A few days ago… well, look, I won't lie to you, it was two weeks ago, Killer Queen by Queen was playing on the wireless, you know the one, "She keeps Moët et Chandon, in her pretty cabinet..." and as the song finished and faded into the next song on the radio station's playlist, in … Continue reading In the Lap of the Gods.
This photograph (below) was taken in the North Cornish village of Trebetherick in the year… well, a "few" years ago now. The inscription on the back reads: "Tony after bathing". Ah, even then I was a clean boy… If I had to guess, I'd say it was 1967/68. I was despatched from Paddington Station, quite … Continue reading Trebetherick
"…the truth is that the State in which the rulers are most reluctant to govern is always the best and most quietly governed, and the State in which they are most eager, the worst." Plato, The Republic. The Conservative leadership race, part… um, who's still counting? Thank goodness Boris pulled out. Go on, make up … Continue reading Thank goodness Boris pulled out.
A simple thing, a piece of cake. When leaden skies pervade the day, And respite's sought from out the grey, A kettle with fresh water filled, The steam expands and whistle trilled. Within the pot the leaf is laid, And piping hot the water spray'd, The brew commences, minutes three, Then more tick by, brew'd … Continue reading Cup of tea and a slice of cake.
At school in the 1970s I hit upon the brilliant idea of replacing the writing system, you know the one where you use the set of twenty-six letters to spell out words, with a system where you spelled out each letter in a word and grouped those spelled letters as 'words'. Brilliant idea? Well, when … Continue reading Word processor.
I wrote this on the 26th of November 1978, eight days after the Jonestown Mass Suicide/Massacre, an event that I will freely admit I had to look up to refresh my memory about the whole thing. Jonestown or the Peoples Temple Agricultural Project was a religious settlement located in Guyana and founded by one James … Continue reading Who next for god, Jim?
Written in November 1978, I intended this as a sort of tumbling stream of consciousness. When I wrote it I was torn between using and not using punctuation but in the end I conformed and included commas and full stops. This time however, here in the 21st century, I'm going out on a limb and … Continue reading Any excuse.
In Unread Words A sad and lonely poet, comes to the end of his rhyme. The suns and moons, of age, are passing, through the canyons of his mind. "We knew the way," he sadly cries, "we could have shown you life." "Your eyes I see are crying now, they dim your blood-stained knife." And … Continue reading In Unread Words.
Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second." Lewis Carroll, Alice In Wonderland. I was born into a universe that had existed forever and would last forever. I was born into a universe that had been in existence since 4004 BC. I was born into a universe that was infinitely old and … Continue reading Ever.
During the recent-ish hot weather back in July, the duvet was consigned to the spare room. We slept under a single cotton sheet, even that single sheet wasn't needed but it's just nice to be under something, we have become accustomed to it I suppose. Then the weather got back to 'normal' but instead of … Continue reading Duvet? Duvet heck as like!
A Point of Views, A Polish Odyssey and Other Stories. 