Simon Petherick
@simontpetherick.bsky.social
Writer, ghostwriter.
London and Cornwall.
I write novels and journalism under my own name, and I write memoirs and fiction for clients under theirs.
Www.simonpetherick.com.
London and Cornwall.
I write novels and journalism under my own name, and I write memoirs and fiction for clients under theirs.
Www.simonpetherick.com.
Spent today fixing the ignition on our very old gas boiler here in Cornwall. We put it in over 20 years ago and it remains a triumph of engineering over sea air.
June 9, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Spent today fixing the ignition on our very old gas boiler here in Cornwall. We put it in over 20 years ago and it remains a triumph of engineering over sea air.
I volunteer once a week for the London charity Doorstep Library, encouraging children from economically disadvantaged families to engage with reading. Doorstep is expanding and needs more volunteers — see the attached flyer. Do consider, it is such a joy and a privilege.
January 24, 2025 at 5:52 PM
I volunteer once a week for the London charity Doorstep Library, encouraging children from economically disadvantaged families to engage with reading. Doorstep is expanding and needs more volunteers — see the attached flyer. Do consider, it is such a joy and a privilege.
Persian rice and fish cooked in cumin with currants over here.
January 17, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Persian rice and fish cooked in cumin with currants over here.
I meanwhile have been supping Jupiler for a couple of weeks in this wonderful bar in Lectoure in the Gers Departement in France, brilliantly described in this piece by David McAninch in the @nytimes.com
January 5, 2025 at 6:19 PM
I meanwhile have been supping Jupiler for a couple of weeks in this wonderful bar in Lectoure in the Gers Departement in France, brilliantly described in this piece by David McAninch in the @nytimes.com
My Christmas reading has been Robert Service’s life of Trotsky. Despite the odd editorial glitch, it’s interesting that, despite his clear and pretty much stated antipathy to Trotsky, the sense of admiration for his subject flows through the book.
January 4, 2025 at 6:03 PM
My Christmas reading has been Robert Service’s life of Trotsky. Despite the odd editorial glitch, it’s interesting that, despite his clear and pretty much stated antipathy to Trotsky, the sense of admiration for his subject flows through the book.
A very happy new year to everyone. From a bar in south west France. Peggy the dog has been the perfect company into 2025.
December 31, 2024 at 8:41 PM
A very happy new year to everyone. From a bar in south west France. Peggy the dog has been the perfect company into 2025.
The slime oozing out of your TV set.
Don’t know who took this photo of Zappa.
Don’t know who took this photo of Zappa.
December 6, 2024 at 11:29 PM
The slime oozing out of your TV set.
Don’t know who took this photo of Zappa.
Don’t know who took this photo of Zappa.
The Tristan Stone on the outskirts of Fowey had an inscription saying that Tristan, lover of Isolde, was the son of the Breton sixth century tyrant Cunomorus. He was also the nephew of King Mark of Cornwall, whom he betrayed “par force d’amour”. #MythologyMonday
November 25, 2024 at 3:29 PM
The Tristan Stone on the outskirts of Fowey had an inscription saying that Tristan, lover of Isolde, was the son of the Breton sixth century tyrant Cunomorus. He was also the nephew of King Mark of Cornwall, whom he betrayed “par force d’amour”. #MythologyMonday
A rather feeble Full Moon capture in Chiswick via the roof guttering
November 15, 2024 at 11:11 PM
A rather feeble Full Moon capture in Chiswick via the roof guttering
My talented photographer sister Susi - www.susipetherickphotography.com - and my son Sam at the showing of Susi’s Japanese photo prints at the London Photo Show: londonphotoshow.org. On till Sunday, some really great work there.
November 13, 2024 at 7:50 PM
My talented photographer sister Susi - www.susipetherickphotography.com - and my son Sam at the showing of Susi’s Japanese photo prints at the London Photo Show: londonphotoshow.org. On till Sunday, some really great work there.
I spent a considerable amount of the day talking to a robin. A very interesting bird. Does anyone know why they are so sociable with us humans?
November 12, 2024 at 8:12 PM
I spent a considerable amount of the day talking to a robin. A very interesting bird. Does anyone know why they are so sociable with us humans?
A black, starless, damp
November night in Cornwall. My wife is sick in bed with a bug. The fire’s on. I’m listening to Quincey Jones stories on the radio.
November night in Cornwall. My wife is sick in bed with a bug. The fire’s on. I’m listening to Quincey Jones stories on the radio.
November 9, 2024 at 8:44 PM
A black, starless, damp
November night in Cornwall. My wife is sick in bed with a bug. The fire’s on. I’m listening to Quincey Jones stories on the radio.
November night in Cornwall. My wife is sick in bed with a bug. The fire’s on. I’m listening to Quincey Jones stories on the radio.
The artist William Hogarth came from a family who ended up in 1709 in Fleet Prison as a result of his father’s debts. Finally out, William’s mother made and sold ointments to feed the family. “The Gripe Ointment…cures the Gripes in young children.” Hogarth clearly never forgot his past.
January 9, 2024 at 9:08 PM
The artist William Hogarth came from a family who ended up in 1709 in Fleet Prison as a result of his father’s debts. Finally out, William’s mother made and sold ointments to feed the family. “The Gripe Ointment…cures the Gripes in young children.” Hogarth clearly never forgot his past.
Having finally got to the end of Moby Dick last night, here's a final toast: Edward E Henry's 1956 map of the Pequod's voyage from Nantucket to its mid-Pacific doom.
January 9, 2024 at 12:51 PM
Having finally got to the end of Moby Dick last night, here's a final toast: Edward E Henry's 1956 map of the Pequod's voyage from Nantucket to its mid-Pacific doom.
A pint of TT Landlord in the Dolphin in Plymouth. Still a cracking pub. My Northern friends would complain about the lack of head on the Landlord but it’s got a fine bite.
December 30, 2023 at 4:02 PM
A pint of TT Landlord in the Dolphin in Plymouth. Still a cracking pub. My Northern friends would complain about the lack of head on the Landlord but it’s got a fine bite.
This fellow pretty much kept me alive during teenage years growing up in Plymouth.
November 26, 2023 at 3:45 PM
This fellow pretty much kept me alive during teenage years growing up in Plymouth.
Jean Cocteau in a silver-bound mirror.
November 22, 2023 at 8:54 PM
Jean Cocteau in a silver-bound mirror.
This is enough to give you nightmares about having to re-sit your old exams: British futurist artist Cyril E Power's eerie image of the exam room, 1934.
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November 17, 2023 at 5:07 PM
This is enough to give you nightmares about having to re-sit your old exams: British futurist artist Cyril E Power's eerie image of the exam room, 1934.
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The book cherubs love a bit of November morning sunshine.
November 17, 2023 at 8:29 AM
The book cherubs love a bit of November morning sunshine.
This is where we buried the ashes of our cat - who we called The Dog - ten years ago on Tuesday. We keep the ground in front of him clear so he can keep an eye on the state of the sea. This is his view from where he lies.
November 11, 2023 at 2:22 PM
This is where we buried the ashes of our cat - who we called The Dog - ten years ago on Tuesday. We keep the ground in front of him clear so he can keep an eye on the state of the sea. This is his view from where he lies.
The sun is crying green tears.
November 11, 2023 at 1:42 PM
The sun is crying green tears.
Graham Greene on the balcony of his Antibes flat, 1978. A couple of years later, I worked the summer cleaning yachts there. One night, refreshed, I yelled out to him to come for a drink from the street below, to no avail. I'm sure he always regretted not coming down. Photo by Simon Michou.
November 10, 2023 at 11:23 AM
Graham Greene on the balcony of his Antibes flat, 1978. A couple of years later, I worked the summer cleaning yachts there. One night, refreshed, I yelled out to him to come for a drink from the street below, to no avail. I'm sure he always regretted not coming down. Photo by Simon Michou.
November 6, 2023 at 11:16 PM