It is a small town, a safe town, the welcome sign outside Palacios in rural Argentina dubbing it “where nothing bad can happen,” the local diner a hangout
A hat stand adorned with scarf, top hat and requisite deerstalker, a small writing desk and many lit candles, on the mantelpiece, on the upright piano, on the
A carved wooden chair, ornate but austere, with a single thin cushion, strictly practical rather than for comfort or relaxation, his papers on the table held in place
In the darkness, without visual clues to distract or fixate upon, only voices, there is no pretence, there is no hiding, there is only the shared experience of
With gentle blues music drifting over the stage empty other than a single lean-to of timber, enter stage left two men and a plank, negotiating corners, chairs and
Doctor Jimmy Lyons is on a quest among the comfortable leather sofas of the Cinema Room of Brass Monkey, showing off his shapely shoulders and arms and flaunting