Nicholas Engert | Inspiration

There is theory that coat hangers, when left alone in a wardrobe, multiply and, before you can blink, two have multiplied to 10 or more.

In a world of over abundance and hence over consumption, we increasingly fail to discern between what is truly beautiful and yet functional and the cheap or vulgar alternative.

Few can deny that living in Britain today is a profoundly depressing experience. The country is in a parlous state - broken, bankrupt and with no sense of direction for the future. The culmination of twenty plus years of government...

For years before my parents had been holidaying annually on the Italian Riviera. Quite how or when they first found this beautiful part of the world, sadly, I never discovered.

As a fan of the detective books of Agatha Christie, Margery Allingham and Dorothy L Sayers, the period in which the stories are set is in itself fascinating on many levels.

To be born in the 1950s and spend one’s childhood in the 60s was to enjoy a good fortune denied to the previous generation.

There was a time when, in public, everyone would be adorned with a hat. It was unthinkable to be seen without a hat. Neither men nor women would venture out without the most defining of all accessories.

It is at once nonsensical but utterly pleasurable. And it is this pastime which has stolen my leisure, not to mention my writing time, during the past two months. I of course blame my younger son who, inventively, gave us...

When I was growing up in the 1960’s there stood in the corner of our sitting room a magnificent Grundig wireless set. This was radio as furniture - a statement. A polished mahogany cabinet with a facia comprising a loudspeaker grille, below which was the backlit glass “dial” which listed the radio stations from around the world.