A hundred and fifty years of Alexandra Palace Lodge, marked in a garden off St James’s.
Catered for 35
Three clubs
A day in St James’s. Three clubs before lunch, then arrows cut into the stonework.
Sunset city
Ninety two per cent of the sun, watched from behind Peel Castle without a pair of glasses.
The marker
A tower on the hill above the Villa Marina, older than the promenade below it.
Crow’s feet
A walk around Douglas hunting Ordnance Survey bench marks, with mixed results.
Jellicle cats
Manx flags, a milk carton, and cats everywhere. I still cannot tell you what happens.
Nothing on
A brass band in the Arcade, ten tonnes of Wurlitzer overhead, and not a penny at the door.
Then, now, always
An evening at the French embassy, and the long way back to the Island.
Under the virtues
A fife and drum corps, four hundred at dinner, and a floor finished by feet.
A piece of the wall
Truman’s ring, the floor of the House of Representatives and the Supreme Court.
Charlton Krentz 