Escape On The Legs Of A Duck

Late last night, for maybe thirty minutes, the AHAM kitchen tableโ€“ one end of it neat and tidy, the other end a chaotic mess of books, unopened mail, wine corks, forgotten fruitโ€“ was transformed into a cool, marble-topped cafe table tucked into a corner of a cosy Parisian neighbourhood bistro. I agree it sounds unlikely, … Continue reading Escape On The Legs Of A Duck

A Rabbity Reward

Being a jazz musician is no bed of lollipops. We make no money, we get no respect, and the general public has a special brand of disdain reserved just for us, which frankly is fair enough, considering our hunted look and indifferent attitude to personal grooming and hygiene. And then there's all the berets and … Continue reading A Rabbity Reward

Discovering Wild Foodโ€“ Lights Out, Blinds Drawn

Iโ€™m not a weirdo. Honest Iโ€™m not. But we all have those moments of weakness, donโ€™t we? Itโ€™s late, youโ€™re tired and hungry, sitting in the dark, scouring the internet for some kind of solace, when you see an ad. Normally youโ€™d give a derisive snort and scroll right by, but tonight youโ€™re vulnerable, and … Continue reading Discovering Wild Foodโ€“ Lights Out, Blinds Drawn