Introduction

Take a stroll down Kensington High Street. That street represents a lot.

At one end, there are the embassies and the ghost of a former me is there, making small-talk with Polish Counts and Mongolian diplomats.

At the other end of Kensington High Street, there is a bench in Holland Park on which I sat with the Throwaway People, the rough sleepers who would supply me with my breakfast – a can of gut rot “cider”. I was one of them, but I wore my designer jacket from the Embassy days as an invisibility cloak that would conceal that reality from the world and more importantly, from myself.

One of them had a pet rat called Boris which I assumed must be after Pasternak. I sat on the bench with my can of cider at 8am, with a rat up my sleeve but all was well as I was wearing my Escada jacket and I had read Pasternak in Russian. I could not be the same as these haunted, hungry men could I?

This is my story. How I got there, what that was like, and what has happened since. Some is tragic, some is tragi comedy, some hard to read, some, I hope, uplifting.

Welcome to my blog.

6 thoughts on “Introduction

  1. I think you are very brave in writing this blog – but with so many of your experiences outside the run of the mill, I look forward to reading more, warts ‘n all. Best wishes David

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  2. I am looking forward to hearing more about your life. I am sure it will be very moving and thought-provoking There might be a wee ghost of me around some of the streets of London!!! Maybe our ghosts will meet.

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