The Sound of Silence

The week has passed noisily. Mahler, Shostakovich, life. I am on a bus. The woman next to me is, inevitably, on the phone. I listen. I have no choice. After five minutes, shaken by the intimate details she has shared exclusively with her friend and the rest of the known universe, I’ve decided to hate … Continue reading The Sound of Silence


Fringe benefits

The week has passed, cheering Mo Farah to the rafters, but keeping just enough breath in its lungs to propel a hearty boo towards Justin Gatlin. I have decamped to Edinburgh, where I will spend the next week waving my arms at these people in the hope that coherent sounds will appear. On the basis … Continue reading Fringe benefits