Killing Hope*

Royal baby is on the way.  As I write this, Kate is in labour.  Am on my bike at the gym, watching the Royal experts and so on.  The labour is “progressing normally”.   The world’s press are gathered outside the Lindo Wing of St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington.  Can’t hear what anyone is saying as […]

Storm Rising*

Last trip to the hotel gym, unless squeeze one more in after breakfast.  It’s deserted: just me on the bike.  The instructor is somewhere around.   Gazing out of the window at a sky filled with billowing grey clouds.  Doesn’t bode well for today’s weather.  There’s the concrete behemoth of the Hilton, framed by palm […]

Kitty Hawk And The Curse of The Yukon Gold*

The joy of airports.  Airport is empty, apart from three flights all going to our destination.   “Two of the check in desks are broken so they’re opening another one,” brother says, when he returns from investigating what-seems-to-be-the-problem. “Don’t push in front of us,” says the man next to us, in a very rude voice. […]