This is the lovely Bella, and this is her micro-mini business, on the corner of Town Hall Avenue and Chiswick High Road in leafy W4. Or rather, it was. Because from last Monday, it wasn’t. Not surprising!  Considering Hounslow Council’s lean mean Enforcement Team, in the person of Ken Jobsworth, the sort of Council employee…

Legalisation Part 3: Who, you? I promised you that I would search out some Californian dope smokers  if I can find them! I have hunted high (sic) and low. I went to that Grateful Dead tribute concert and could only find two. I have searched Hillcrest, North Park, Ocean Beach, Pacific Beach and environs and…

In my quest to uncover the new dynamics of this new business, finding Mamacita was not difficult in the least. I only had to ask a man who asked a man who asked a man who handed me a phone number without any hesitation or reluctance. “Of course you can darling,” she said when I…

PART 1   Greetings from San Diego, the southernmost city of the newly cannabised Republic of California where I sit on a balcony overlooking a sea which, until yesterday, lurked beneath dirty cottonwool skies, grubby with unshed rain. There is still an unfriendly chilly wind which keeps me from the beach. Well, for now. I…

What most people know about Dallas; this is where President Kennedy was killed by a sniper firing from the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository – this building. GUNS The stereotype: Dallas is the hub of climate-change denying gun culture. Cars with engines the size of a house. Plastics everywhere. Conspicuously outrageous consumption.And…

Today’s New York is full of pricks, spears, ice pyramids, and the chimneys of crematoria, poking their geometrical penises arrogantly skyward, in defiance of God and challenging him to bloody get on with Armageddon once and for all. In fact, that’s probably the whole idea. And every day, new ones. Each uglier and more challenging…

Beaten into submission, they wait to board the BA flight 175 to New York and so do I. The hum of talk is soft, the lines are long. I will be amongst the last to board. There is something so civilised about my fellow passengers. I am  used to the San Diego flight with its…

Candidate Victoria and her glorious banner at Brentford Market The local elections are over. I had one of the lowest votes in history in Cranford (though it was three figures…) which I have to admit surprised me a little. Admittedly, as instructed I didn’t canvass. We candidates in non-tarot wards were told rather to expend our…