Written by me
The phone rang at midnight on Sunday; my good friend Lev, was calling from Montreal. "Hey man… It's dad's Yahrzeit tomorrow. You coming?" It's minus 33 degrees in Montreal, I might have just about made it back home to London alive - as a human…
Peter Rosengard (second left) with dignitaries including Boris Johnson and Simon Schama as the sculpture went on view at the Olympic Park A monument commemorating the 9/11 tragedy was unveiled this week, after a five-year search to find it a permanent home. Mayor Boris Johnson,…
The phone rang in my hotel room in Montego Bay; it was Shirleen the laundry supervisor. "Mr Rosengard? We're waving your underpants!" "That's wonderful news Shirleen." I said. "It must be a Jamaican New Year's custom I thought- 'Wave the Underpants Day!' She rang back;…
I'm not a shopper - only for one reason: I hate shopping. For one thing, it would interfere with my obsession for news. I love news -24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If it's happened anywhere in the world, I need to know…
'Dad, I really like your drawings and paintings; when you're dead I'm going to hold an exhibition of them." My daughter said to me one evening last summer. "Thank you darling," I said. "That's a really nice idea, but I've got a better one: why…
When I fly, I'm a recliner. I don't care how long the flight is - five minutes or five hours - as soon as we're airborne, I'm reclining my seat. In fact, I don't even wait to get on board; I practise on three adjacent…
Saturday, 7pm. The phone rang as I was working on my new book, My 10 Greatest Life Insurance Sales - to Churchill, Stalin, Hitler, Genghis Khan, Henry VIII ("You've got to have 'Wife Life', Your Majesty! Have you ever thought what would happen if one…
Last week I flew to Toronto for the world's largest life insurance sales convention. The good citizens of the city had plenty of advance warning and had already fled en masse south to the American border before the 9,000 crack salesmen and women, from over…
One evening in January, in a bar in Marylebone, I got talking to a Norwegian businessman and his English girlfriend. His name was Bjorn and, like all Scandinavians, he was a very tall, modest, quiet man. So it was only after a few drinks that…
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned before that I’ve got a monkey living in my flat. I bought him last summer in Bourne End. The statisticians among my readers will, I am sure, be able to confirm a spike in road accidents on the M4…