Author Archives: Sam

I divert my eyes to this screen from a fine moleskin book, its opening page entitled ‘an investigation into Sam’s bowels.’ It is my book naturally. For this last year, you see, has not been all rosy. That is to … Continue reading →

Stirring my tea in Cornwall, I pressed the teabag against the mug’s side and old John’s face came into mind from Bristol, who told me once that the teabag should never be pressed so, but lifted in and out. I … Continue reading →

I remember once seeing a girl on the tube who I used to speak with quite often at school, and I didn’t go over and say hi. I had thought about it a long time, but ultimately shied away, afraid to confront … Continue reading →

Jan Morris’ brilliant city biography Venice displays the most incredible curiosity and passion for the world, and it has been stuck in my head ever since picking it up last month. In it she weaves history with the present, humanity into the entanglement of our inanimate creations, and … Continue reading →

With some fresh pasta dough resting by my side and an onion ragu sizzling in the background, the time seems ripe to muse lyrical on some of the perfections that everyday life has presented here. I don’t know what it … Continue reading →