
Choosing my veg
In a bustling street market
Is most satisfying
Portobello Road, London

Choosing my veg
In a bustling street market
Is most satisfying
Portobello Road, London

Ten billion Pounds
I have for you:
Send me your bank account details
Detail of an artwork by Jasmine Thomas-Girvan

It would be strange,
Very bizarre indeed,
To sleep in a fine tea cup
Picture of an artwork by Jasmine Thomas-Girvan

Leaves illuminat-ed
By late summer sunlight:
Autumn is nearing
Photo taken in Kensington Gardens, London, UK

A blog every day
Keeps my brain at work
And the reader happy
A definition of a blog (merriam-webster.com):
“a website that contains online personal reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks, videos, and photographs provided by the writer”

Some of my haikus
have, so I have been told,
wrong numbers of syllables
Everyone, who eats them, can reccommend a place that serves the very best beef burgers. Naturally, most people have their own favourites. So, it would seem that there are many places that serve the ‘very best burgers’. I havetried a few of these highly reccommended places and have with one exception (Gourmet Burger Kitchen – a chain that originated in New Zealand) been disappointed. Most ‘very best burgers’ turn out to be ok (usually) but an anti-climax (mostly).
Now, I am going to seem very conceited. That is because I believe that I make the ‘very best burgers’ myself in our home, and so should you. My recipe is dead simple. I take minced beef with a lowish fat content (10% or less), add a pinch of salt and a small spoon of oil (sunflower or olive) and, after washing my hands, mush the three ingredients together before hand shaping patties of the sizes preferred by those who will eat them. Then, I cook them on a griddle. That’s all. No egg or breadcrumbs are added. Try this for yourself and you will no longer be wasting your money on overpriced, mediochre burgers.

A patty of minced beef
Mould-ed by hand
Enjoy burger perfection

Leave in good time
Why rush for that bus
Or risk missing an aeroplane.

Many churches in England contain cafés or have become cafés. The picture shows a converted church in central Cambridge. And here is a haiku:
Tea in a café
Gothic arch-es all around
Once it was a church
Many of us have great faith in reviews of artistic events such as film, theatre, and other performances. Can one trust professional critics and reviewers? Do their tastes match yours? If they do not and you follow their reccommendation, you must be prepared for an anti-climax.

A rave five star review
Great expectation
Sometimes disappointment