ST JOHN, HANS ZIMMER AND FIVE BODYGUARDS

TAKING LEAVE was my first novel and I wanted it to be the best. Actually, I just wanted it to be read by people who would at best say how brilliant I was, and at worse not burst out in contemptuous laughter. To aid me in my quest, I traveled to a well-known Greek island – a major source of inspiration for others. If it had been an okay location for St John to write the Revelation in the Bible, it was going to be okay for me. 

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HANGING ON THE TELEPHONE

This beautiful phone box reminded me of something that Edward Hopper might have painted, had he ever passed through England at some point. This photo was taken two weeks ago in a small hidden village two miles from the town of Stroud.

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FIVE WORDS THAT MADE A LIFEBELT

The final part of the apocryphal story about writing Taking Leave. 2.30 pm on a boiling hot August afternoon on Patmos. Having reached meltdown with the laptop computer, spider bites and stage fright, JT runs from his house into the port and smack into revered elderly American poet, Robert Lax. Read Parts One and Two.

‘Nothing broken!’ Lax called out cheerfully, slumped on one elbow on the ground. I help him to his feet and brush some leaves from a nearby bench. He sat down, breathed in and out, impossibly adjusting his woollen bobble hat on his head and tightening the scarf around almost translucent skin.

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THREE FILMS AND ONLY ONE FUNERAL

The Oscars are over and the two films I thought worthy of the top prizes have won – Argo and Amour. Both films have been rightly acknowledged for their exceptional scripts and directors. However, I thought it worth mentioning three other films and particularly the actors performing in them.

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IF YOU GO OUT IN THE AFTERNOON SUN BE SURE OF A BIG SURPRISE

Part two of the apocalyptic story of writing Taking Leave on Patmos in Greece, or how after a bumpy ride I heard just what I needed to hear from the sage, wit and poet Robert Lax.

August 13th 3.30 in the afternoon. Patmos, Greece. Temperature – hot to boiling.

It was like being in a submarine – Das Boot where all the emergency hooters and alarms are sounding… this is all a disaster, this is all a disaster, this is all a disaster, this is all a disaster…..

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