This blog doesn’t have a specific theme; it’s simply a place where I get to post my observations on a crazy world and the even crazier human race that seems to be in a headlong rush to destroy it. It’s where I can get some moans and groans off my chest and put on record a few sideways views about a travelling life. I hope it will generate some thought and some response.
A Barrowboy was originally a street trader in the East End of London – someone selling wares from a two-wheeled handcart or barrow that was pushed into the market each day. It was important to be noticed and to let people know what it was you were selling so calling out, bantering and developing a smart line in Cockney repartee wasn’t just necessary, it was essential. These days calling someone a Barrowboy is more to do with where he originates than what he does but, either way, I have some claim to the moniker [Monica James – Cockney rhyming slang for ‘name’]. My days working on a market stall weren’t that colourful but I have fond memories of the characters I met there even if the early starts on a Saturday morning were awful. I probably always talked too much but exchanging fast banter with fellow Londoners, who don’t suffer fools easily and can be very unforgiving, has proved very useful on occasion since.
I was born in Shoreditch in the East End of London, but longer ago than I care to share with you. My formative years were spent in Stevenage, where I worked in an architectural practice and learnt so much from Dennis Clark. He died suddenly in June 2012, leaving a big gap in my life, having never used the internet and no idea how famous he was. I studied at Kingston, which was a cool School of Art when it attracted me, a Polytechnic when it trained me as an architect and a University when I looked it up on the web. I’ve practiced in lots of places, but mostly in London and the Middle East. I’m still in love with the Sultanate of Oman but now divide my time between England, Sweden and Dubai. I’m married to Anna – a rare find indeed – a Swede with an infectious smile and a sense of humour. Having more free time allows me to indulge myself in my passion for all things natural – conservation, birding and the natural world – as well as being a more frequent traveller and bon viveur, especially when it comes to anything Italian.
I still consider myself a blogging novice but love to write and I always fancied myself as a bit of a cook, too, but there are so many expert chef/bloggers that my ossobuco and three fish stew are feeling a little intimidated. I’m also an artist when I have time but a busy working life got in the way of that for the past few years. The plan is to make it a more significant part of things from now on. You can visit my website by clicking here. It’s new and patchy but should improve.
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