Roger Moore never said 'Vodka martini, shaken not stirred" in any of his seven James Bond films. I've always liked dry martinis stirred but I'm willing to try anything once. While looking for a recipe for a dry martini I stumbled across an article from 2015 where Roger Moore explained his preferred recipe. You start with swilling a martini glass with an eggcup measure of the dry … [Read more...] about How to make the Perfect Martini (According to Roger Moore)
The Joy Of Cassettes
Recently, I accidentally started collecting cassettes. I’m not the only one. There is a movement out there. Not as mainstream as the vinyl revival. I hope it stays that way. It all started in my attic. I’m no good at throwing stuff away. While I have the space I’d rather store it for when I have time to digitise and archive. With so few of my elders left, old photos, VHS cassettes and tapes … [Read more...] about The Joy Of Cassettes
This is me 25 years ago today.
I was 19 years old. Curious and adrift. No thoughts for the future. I would never have imagined that twenty five years later, to the day, I’d be alive. Let alone pondering that moment. Stood on the platform of Rugby train station with Dave. Armed with Inter-Rail tickets we were off to explore Europe by train. No plans, a bit of cash and no clue as to what was in store. I kept a journal. … [Read more...] about This is me 25 years ago today.
An Afternoon in The Jungle
On the 9th of October I made a last minute decision to cross the channel and visit the migrant camp in Calais. Although only there for a few hours I was able to explore the living conditions and speak with a few of the Migrants and Refugees. The Storify embedded below is a summery of some of the captured conversations. The original plan was for me to head into Calais and follow a group … [Read more...] about An Afternoon in The Jungle
Refuge in a Coffee Shop
While documenting trucks of aid passing through the border into Syria we get a call and permission had been granted to visit Killis Camp. This kind of access is rare so instead of heading straight into Syria we travelled back a few hundred yards to the camps front gates. We are guided in and told to stick together. Me and Phil feel safe enough and duck away from the observers to explore for … [Read more...] about Refuge in a Coffee Shop