Monthly Archives: December 2010

This was probably the best of the many days I spent with Tom. Characteristically, it involved a clear starting point followed by an increasingly vague itinerary. There were no major incidents or scrapes, but the whole day was bathed in a wonderful laconic light that Tom seamed capable of bringing to any venture.     [...]

  Friday night philosophy at the Phoenix Artist Club, 2009

Notwithstanding his questionable beard, and the alopecia that dogged its early months, Tom was in the prime of his life when cruelly taken from us. I count him as one of my closest friends since we met in London in 2001, and alas the greatest anecdotes I would have about him were lost forever as soon as he bought me that sixth pint [...]

This was one of those inevitable mistakes en route from the Boogaloo to Daniel’s house at the end of a night.  But it reminds me of Tom once saying he’d decided only to eat the parts of an animal he didn’t recognise.  I loved Tom’s sweeping resolutions as much as his throwaway comments.  He grinned [...]

I am not sure what Tom is demonstrating here that has Daniel so scared.  I’m also not sure whether this picture was taken a long time ago or at a later beardless interlude.  But it’s definitely a Sunday afternoon and it’s definitely outside Filthy McNasty’s.  The last time I was there was on another Sunday [...]