Here is one of my favourite old London street signs. It manages to be stern and yet discreet. In case you’re wondering, it means DO NOT URINATE AGAINST THIS WALL. This particular example is at the south end of Great Guildford Street in Southwark, and it’s repeated on an adjacent wall in Doyce Street. It…

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I emerged from self-imposed quarantine after one week. No-one at Gatwick Airport seemed remotely interested in where I was going or who I’d be seeing, so last Monday I laced up my walking shoes and started a daily habit of wandering the empty streets of London. The Square Mile of the City is one of…

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The eve of departure and how am I spending it? Cleaning my flat. For some reason I’ve never worked out, I feel I must leave the place in sparkling good order. Is it a vestige of the old days when getting on a plane seemed momentous and risky? The subtext being, I might not make…

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I read my Amazon reviews peeping anxiously through my fingers, which is a dumb thing to do. I could just not read them but that, as any writer will tell you, is easier said than adhered to. You know they’re out there, lying in wait. A bad review is like someone tipping a bucket of…

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And so…. we’re finally there. The paperback of Dr Dan Moves On should be on sale by the end of next week. The Kindle edition is available to pre-order and will be released on October 30th. If you buy a copy, I thank you very much. If you read it, enjoy it and post a…

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Here he is. Dr Dan Mark III. After a few days of slightly more competent formatting and one sleepless night when I couldn’t figure out, ay ay ay, why the margins were in a mess, I now have just one more hurdle to clear: to get hold of a printed proof copy and check it,…

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The news this morning, half an hour before I set off to church, was that we’re locked down again in Dublin. No church for the foreseeable, not even for a small congregation of sensible, considerate people. Meanwhile, the Millennials continue to give the finger to laws, directives and polite requests. Perhaps a senior citizen rebellion…

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I surfaced at 4 am. While answering a call of nature, my head was buzzing with a conversation between Dr Dan and someone called Andrew. Brought to semi-consciousness by a cold bathroom floor I thought, ‘Hang on. Who the heck is Andrew?’ Had I created a character, given him one line and then abandoned him…

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Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye. At 14.00 on this the 26th day of August in the year of our Lord 2020, I finished first draft of Dan III, hereinafter to be known as Dr Dan Moves On. Which means this is going to be a two-book year! Who’da thought. This evening I’ll mark the…

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In an attempt to make up for lost classroom time, there is talk in the UK of dropping the poetry element of English Literature in next year’s GCSE exams. Who knows, trigonometry may be next for the chop. The school curriculum has no shortage of subjects that can seem pointless to a 14 year old.…

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