• Johnny Cash’s “Live At Folsom” … 50 years on

    “I’m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin’ on…” Johnny Cash, “Folsom Prison Blues” The rolling country hills are strewn with barbed wire fencing and are punctuated by guard towers. At the “STOP” sign by the jail perimeter, a line of wild turkeys struts past, heading in the direction of the visitors’ processing office. Welcome …

  • Tonight, I’m a rock ‘n’ roll star… on a Greek oasis

    The last time I lazed on this beach, backed by rich, ochre cliffs and tumbling trees, it was virtually deserted. On a busy day there were perhaps 20 fellow sun-worshippers, slicked with Factor 1 Ambre Solaire tanning oil, in various states of undress. I spent hours looking over the clear …

  • Selma, Bloody Sunday and “Uncle Martin’s” pyjamas

    We are standing inside the bedroom at the front of the single-storey house when Jawana Jackson picks up a carrier bag. She removes a blue garment that is neatly folded in a cellophane wrapper. “These are Uncle Martin’s pyjamas,” says Jackson, who is aged 55. “They say I should handle them with …

  • Culinary Memphis: it’s BBQ and soul food heaven

    So Prince William and brother Harry got their first taste of Memphis barbecue at Charlie Vergos’ Rendezvous. After landing in the mid-South for a society wedding, the Royal party did what any self-respecting visitor would do – and went in search of a whole hill of smoky ribs. I know the feeling well. …

Johnny Cash’s “Live At Folsom” … 50 years on

“I’m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin’ on…” Johnny Cash, “Folsom Prison Blues” The rolling country hills are strewn with barbed wire fencing and are punctuated by guard towers. At the “STOP” sign by the jail perimeter, a line of wild turkeys struts past, heading in the direction of the visitors’ processing office. Welcome …

Jaboulet wine dinner at The Cross, Kenilworth

It is 2010 and someone tells me I will get an outstanding lunch if I go to Coventry. And it doesn’t end there. I am informed that the culinary delights will be complemented by wines that would make a Mayfair sommelier weep into his ridiculously oversized decanter. What do I tell this gastronomic soothsayer? I tell him the only thing that …