Tag Archives: Mike McNamara

DO YOU DRIVE?

Sunlight in the kitchen. A good book. Unopened. In such strange places gird up your loins. Bind up your breasts. You have to balance up flavours that one is not overpowered. That little man with the garlic and ginger beard; … Continue reading

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A Gift

Dinner for one. A glass of Shloer. Alone with Peter Dale’s ‘Under the Breath’, a gift, from a mutual friend. Then, should we never meet, this has been given, and gratefully received. Maybe now, I too can breathe on my … Continue reading

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