Roddy LoutherI left Paris for a bowl of soupNo one leaves Paris willingly, or so the saying goes. I was no different. And definitely not for Marseilles. But this is the home of the…Jun 5, 20181Jun 5, 20181
Roddy LoutherThe False Note–My new friend, Alex, a 30 something single Australian-Greek bugger who moved in across the hall a month or so ago, had already been…Apr 13, 2018Apr 13, 2018
Roddy LoutherThe Red Deer and the White Owl-When the Helderberg, a South African Airways flight left Taiwan for Johannesburg in 1978, my Argentinian friend, Jorge started cleaning…Apr 13, 20181Apr 13, 20181
Roddy LoutherSheep Heads and Machine Guns–Outside the large window, the platform crawled with a gamut of raw love painted in fine brush strokes against the train’s breath. A…Jul 3, 2017Jul 3, 2017
Roddy LoutherThe BlowflyThe handsome, crimson tailed, king of the pen, cockle-doo-de-loo‘ed at the sight of the glitzy evening gowns burning hem. Joe stumbled…Jul 3, 2017Jul 3, 2017