by Malcolm Pryce | Aug 12, 2021 | Me being a berk, Writing
My man-servant Igor stands at the door of the lab holding a tray of bread and water. ‘You must eat, Doktor!’ ‘No, dear Igor,’ I cry. ‘There is no time. I’m almost there. The secret formula that has eluded and tormented writers for so long is within my grasp. How to...
by Malcolm Pryce | May 12, 2021 | Me being a berk, Obscure Wisdom, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing
The big wooden door of Santa Maria della Scala hospital creaked open. The Blessed Saint Bernadine of Siena peered through the gap. ‘Yes?’ he said, inspecting me through rheum-filled eyes. ‘I’ve come about the job.’ ‘Job?’ ‘The Corpse-washer.’ I held up the...
by Malcolm Pryce | Feb 4, 2021 | Advertising, Me being a berk, Travel, Writing
It was around the end of the last century that I embarked on my journey to the East in pursuit of spiritual enlightenment. I had been told I should present myself at the gates of a Zen monastery in Japan and there prostrate myself. The monks, they said, would then...
by Malcolm Pryce | Feb 4, 2021 | Me being a berk, Obscure Wisdom
What does it all mean? This crazy, ineffable mystery of being? What does it mean? Really? As far as I can make out, we have three options. Option A. We are just lumps of meat with a pilot light that flickers for a brief fragment of time before going out. We were...
by Malcolm Pryce | Feb 4, 2021 | Me being a berk, Obscure Wisdom, Travel
So I did it. He really would have preferred me not to go out at night at all. Or during the day, for that matter. But blessed with the immortality (stupidity) of youth I insisted. So he said, on no account should I hail a cab in the street. Safest would be to order...
by Malcolm Pryce | Feb 4, 2021 | Me being a berk, Travel
I met Leah on the floating bar in the bay of Puerta Gallera, a hundred or so miles south of Manila. She was crying and told me that she was missing her boyfriend from the Netherlands who would be sending her an air ticket. From the way she said it we both knew somehow...
