Jack Scott's Blog, page 42
March 18, 2018
Schindler’s Lift
Following a boozy afternoon on the tiles, I had no memory of making it back to our hotel in East London. This is despite staggering from Soho to Piccadilly Circus to get the Tube, changing at Oxford Circus, taking the Central Line to Stratford, finding the hotel and checking in. I was thankful to wake … Continue reading Schindler’s Lift →
March 11, 2018
The Naughty Square Mile
It was high time for a little naughty fun in the smoke – a chance to spend a boozy afternoon with the London landlady of our Turkey years and an old mucker of mine from way back when. First stop was the French House, an iconic Soho watering hole popular with arty types. It’s a… … Continue reading The Naughty Square Mile →
March 4, 2018
Tales from Hollywood
Two Hollywood stories caught my eye recently as I flicked through my newspaper and sipped my coffee in a local café. The first was the revelation that comedy actor Richard Prior and brooding macho heartthrob Marlon Brando had been lovers. Generally, I don’t go in for celebrity tittle tattle. I really don’t care who does who … Continue reading Tales from Hollywood →
February 28, 2018
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
A Siberian cold front – ‘The Beast from the East’ – has rolled in from Europe, cloaking the flatlands in a thick blanket of fluffy snow drifting in the arctic breeze. Cancelled buses forced Liam to take the day off and a ‘real-feel’ of minus 11 means we’re going nowhere. And neither is anyone else … Continue reading Baby, It’s Cold Outside →
February 25, 2018
Can I Get, Like, a Coffee?
It’s often said that the strength of the English Language is its extraordinary ability to absorb, evolve and invent. All fine and dandy. Otherwise we’d still be grunting like Beowulf. But being old and increasingly resistant to change, there are some modern verbal twists that make me want to scream – literally. Here are a … Continue reading Can I Get, Like, a Coffee? →
February 18, 2018
Milk and Two Sugars, Please
This winter’s brought some lively weather to keep us from our slumber and to wake the dead in the funeral parlour next door. Unsurprisingly, the huffing and puffing of storm Eileen and her gusty sisters trying to blow our house down damaged the roof over our heads. So it was over to our property management … Continue reading Milk and Two Sugars, Please →
February 11, 2018
The Darkest Hour
There’s been a flurry of historical war films lately and more to come, I’m sure. It’s not surprising, given the various centenaries involving the Great War of 1914-18 and the knock-on remembrance of other major conflicts. As a general rule, I don’t do war movies. I’d much rather watch Maggie Smith in bustle and bodice … Continue reading The Darkest Hour →
February 4, 2018
Come on Baby, Do the Loco-motion with Me
With low eastern skies the colour of Milk of Magnesia, I’ve been pining for the hazy days of last summer when we were giants of the steam age, quite a result for a hobbit like me. It was the hottest August bank holiday in years when we rode the Dinky toy Bure Valley Railway to… …experience … Continue reading Come on Baby, Do the Loco-motion with Me →
January 28, 2018
My Brokeback Mountain Moment
Recently, I received a solicitous email from an ‘admirer’ who wrote: You look nice and charming, to be honest, I can’t pass your page without saying HELLO to such a gorgeous person like you. I am really very sorry if my message upsets you, but i just can’t stop looking at your profile on Facebook. … Continue reading My Brokeback Mountain Moment →
January 21, 2018
Old Money, No Money
This is the second article originally published at On the Ege Magazine back in the day. I’ve rescued it from the bin to re-post for posterity. Why? Because I can. Old Money, No Money We were summoned by a Turkish neighbour for moonlit drinks. Her name is Sophia, a slightly batty older lady who speaks … Continue reading Old Money, No Money →
