I had a day-job meeting up North yesterday, which meant I was up at 5.20am. I gave my PA the front door key, so the buzzer didn’t blast me out of bed and make for an even ruder awakening. I got dressed in twenty minutes and left Sarge with a pillow over his face, blocking out the untimely light, forgetting to switch it off before I left. Outside, it was gray and purplepink, tones I usually associate with the sunrise…
While in Brooklyn, I snapped this to post. You may not see anything, but I saw words, and happiness and hope and bagels. That’s why it’s magic. Taken at The Flying Saucer Cafe, a place where my friends and I would probably hang out every weekend. If we all lived parallel lives in Brooklyn. It could happen.…
I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt. Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted to get OUT. We got our bags, and then Sarge pointed over my head. ‘It’s over there,’ he said, pointing to my chair which had…
When my father got us to the airport early, I knew something would go wrong. If we had been ‘down to the wire’ as he likes to say, the plane would have been on time. As it was, we were early. And the plane was late. I’d been in holiday-mode since the day before. We’d been at a ‘Scottish’ shop not long after it opened, stocking up on shortbread and other suitably-touristy-but-still-tasteful-maybe gifts for my New York family. Soon after,…
A few weeks ago, Sarge and I were at the post office before most people are awake on a Saturday morning. ‘Nobody’s here,’ he said. ‘Everyone’s in bed. It’s 9.03 in the morning.’ We were dropping off my passport renewal form before boarding a train to Glasgow for the weekend. I checked the envelope for the thousandth time. ‘I forgot to cut and staple one of the two photos to the form,’ I was quoting the form. The same form…
