Poetry & prose by Alex Hickman
On Saturday we threw a party to warm our house. This was the first party Clara and I had ever thrown. It was a year since we moved in but back then we didn’t have the money for a party, and we knew few locals. Twelve months later we squeezed in 60 people. They came from […]
Read More…Yesterday I went along to a showing of Deepak Verma’s Mumbai Charlie in Somerset House. A young businessman, uncomfortably thrust into a senior role in the family business, has a car crash en route to a make-or-break business meeting. Dazed and confused, he is rescued by a cult of Charlie Chaplin worshippers who help him find his […]
Read More…The disintegration of the Eurozone is beginning to look more likely. And Britain looks wrong-footed. Back in September, George Osborne warned the Eurozone’s leaders that they had 6 weeks to fix things, and encouraged them to integrate further, arguing that fiscal and economic union had a “remorseless logic” for the Euro 17. Since then the British Government […]
Read More…Hong Kong is silver – a silver dollar by the sea. Singapore is jungle green (creepers would overcome the deserted city in a few years), and grey for the heavy rain clouds that gather in the afternoons. Seen from the air, Mumbai is blue, the blue of the ubiquitous tarpaulins which waterproof its slums. New […]
Read More…Sitting in the calm of Singapore’s Changi Airport (carpets, space, natural light, armchairs), waiting for a flight to HK, the nearby Harrods concession is quite. So is Harry’s Bar, and the RELAY book store. A couple of Australians doze in armchairs. Outside a Jetstar plane backs away from its gate. An Indian boy stands watching […]
Read More…It is 6.45. In bright sunshine I step out of my Mid Levels hotel and run down the hill towards Victoria Harbour. My route – a sequence of pavements, staircases, underpasses and pedestrian bridges – leads me to the gates of the city zoo. I run under its dark green canopy, towards the source of […]
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