As I was reading The Blazing World I started to think about The Cupboard. Weird how this reading malarkey works. So here I am again, trying to work out the mysteries of eyeing words on paper. And it’s not as if The Blazing World hasn’t given me enough to think about . […]

Vichy is an interesting little town, slightly off the beaten track near the Massif Central in France, but it encompasses an extraordinary range of cultural taboos. Plenty of writing potential there, I thought as I clickety-clicked through the internet, so I stopped over for one night in the old city centre on a drive back […]