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Florence… and there’s a mosquito bite on my neck, where I sat in the darkest corner of San Miniato on top of the hill overlooking the...

After my lovely tour of duty at Radio 3 came to an end and I no longer had to bury my head in the on-line Goves to come up with something...

In the run up to Brazil, as the days have got shorter and colder in London, every Monday I’ve been going to my friend Flan’s house and...

Coming down the rain in the road in the drizzly July rain, Dave was coming the opposite way with his brother. He capered around in front...

Do I love autumn? I’m not sure. There certainly a deep-rooted delight in the hawthorn bushes being covered in haws, and dog roses in...

The first fear being drowning, the ship’s first shape was a raft, which was hard to unflatten after that didn’t happen. It’s awkward...

https://alistairappleton.com/wp2017/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/10-Ways-to-Save-Your-Brain-from-Becoming-A-Web-Zombie.mp3 This is a...

I never watch movies more than once really. But La Dolce Vita I must have seen at least four times. And every time, I see something more...

Munching through a bowl of chili with Dominic last night, we put on a DVD that’s been hanging around on our shelves for months. A friend...

Alex brought round “Now, Voyager” and forced me to watch it. I’ve never been mad on black and white movies. I watch them out of a sense...

The very first day up on the island was instantly exhilharating. I used to take so long to get into the island groove. Days. And now it...

I’ve been unable to write here for some time. In fact, I’ve been feeling utterly uninclined to write, full stop, for almost four months....

THE LAST NIGHT OF MY PROMS Through the summer I’ve been presenting for BBC4 (the Beeb’s new digital arts channel) from the Proms – the...

Coming down the rain in the road in the drizzly July rain, Dave was coming the opposite way with his brother. He capered around in front...

I feel good about what’s happening in America. Whoever you vote for. Whatever happens. Things like this can only be for the good. God...

My boyfriend keeps asking me why I repeatedly go to the theatre to see plays that are no good. I asked myself the same question 1 hour...