A rather unique memorial to some of the many victims of human excess and folly can be found humbly tucked away in a small garden along the Thames Path near The Cutty Sark Tavern in Greenwich: If you are not able to make out the text on the marker for some reason, it reads as … Continue reading
Author Archives: Justin
Trinidad and Tobago: The World’s Newest Narcostate?
It seems I didn’t give Trinidad and Tobago the respect it deserved when we visited, as the Foreign Policy article below my T&T pictures reveals… Trouble in Paradise Of late, Patrick Manning, the prime minister of the tiny island nation of Trinidad and Tobago, has been publicly contemplating deploying the country’s navy to patrol the … Continue reading
Convict Lake, California
Convict Lake and Creek are so named as the result of an encounter here September 17, 1871, between Robert Morrison, Benton merchant and member of a posse of citizens, and three convicts who had escaped from the Carson City, Nevada, State Penitentiary. Morrison encountered the convicts at the present Convict Creek, then known as Monte … Continue reading
Katelyn Crying…
Just for the record, I am not the reason for her crying… Continue reading
Quote Of The Day
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who … Continue reading
The (Everyday) Life Of Frederick Forsyth
As relayed to Sue Fox for The Velvet Rocket from September 17, 2006: The alarm goes off at 7am and I go down in my dressing gown to let the jack russells out — Stella and her daughter, Shen, which in Chinese means “mystic mountain”. Sandy liked the sound of it. I crush a fresh … Continue reading
Poem Of The Day: Robert W. Service
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And … Continue reading
The Velvet Rocket 