
Interesting TV programme on David Bailey a few days ago. It was part of a UK History series on the 1960s rather than photography but it wasn’t citing 1960s culture very much, and Bailey was the principal subject. Twenty years ago I used to like Bailey, then felt he was superficial and populist, and now I like him again. It’s true he was and still is associated with Olympus advertising campaigns (“who are you, David Bailey?”),…

This makes me chuckle. A few months ago, a jaw-droppingly beautiful female police officer was standing in a supermarket queue. It was peculiarly suprising, for someone who could easily have been a model: long black hair, big dark eyes, sculpted cheekbones and all the qualities justifying the appellation of “babe”. Babe, indeed. Twice, I’ve had dealings with female police officers and was both curious and amused with what happened. The first incident concerned a child…

My introduction to Wales was my first experience of mountainous countryside. It was a school trip when I was 15 or 16, staying at an outdoors centre owned and still owned by Kent County Council. It’s on the perimeter of Llyn Padarn just outside Llanberis, in rough-stuff Snowdonia. I went back to Llanberis a few years ago, before driving down to Carmarthen to meet with a buddy. On that occasion I walked up Snowdonia and…