The Election Bit It feels like it hasn’t stopped raining since the beginning of October and still it goes on. The sky weeps for the state of the UK. I could say that words fail me,but they don’t. I am angry but measured. Those of us on the left are being encouraged to engage with… Continue reading Music to lift your soul
Hanging in our kitchen are these words. Something to cling on to as the world outside goes to hell in a handcart. And we love all of the arts in our house - well, most anyway. (Sorry, I don’t get opera.) Also, Mrs. Monkey and I have very different tastes in music. Albeit that… Continue reading Worth it for great art
With the freedom to be entirely reckless, for now, at least, before the next adventure in our lives kicks in, Mrs. Monkey decided at 4 days notice to join me in Bilbao. So, I thought, I shall hand over the reins of the blog to my wife... for one day only. 😅 Ladies and gentlemen,… Continue reading Rest days in Bilbao – Guest Blogger – Mrs. Monkey !
Sunday morning lie in. I had selected two treats for the day and intended to keep it to that. Too much walking around Alicante had made recovery and then riding a bit of a challenge so I’m trying to be sensible with what I can see in a day. First stop was the Aljafería, a… Continue reading Day 10 Zaragoza rest day
Now here's an album that serves up an adventure. At times dark and complex and at others trippy and spaced. A feast of dark chocolate coated turkish delight. A box of surprises. The first track begins at a frenetic pace, rattling in challenging your attention, and then comes in the vocal. A voice of purity… Continue reading We need to talk about Gaye.
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Last weekend was special in so many ways. I passed another anniversary and was royally treated by Mrs. Monkey. We joke how I have become accustomed to the life into which I have become accustomed. But it is a joke – our joke – we never take any of it for granted. A three day,… Continue reading Reflections from London
We recently turned our dining room into a temporary art studio so that we could flex our muscles before embarking on another Spanish arty trip with our friends. Pushing all the furniture back and spreading paint tubes like heavy confetti is rather liberating. It gives our house a "working" feel. One with a few rough… Continue reading Developing old ideas – new artwork
Yesterday was spent in London doing arty things. I love it. Whenever I’ve a London trip planned I can’t stop myself singing this Joe Jackson classic in the shower. I planned to visit the V&A British Design 1948 – 2012 exhibition and then after a relaxing lunch shoot off to the Queen’s Gallery for Leonardo… Continue reading British Design at the V&A
In 1969 I was 15. I was unexceptional. I liked the new music and hung with some hip friends. Well, we tried to be “hip”. I read Hermann Hesse, Tom Wolfe and Aldous Huxley – ordered my copy of “Rolling Stone” from the newsagents – tucked the “International Times” under my arm, strummed an acoustic… Continue reading …the circle is unbroken…