Or, what was probably meant by the sentence is that life is not quite everything that we wish it to be. The fact that we are alive, sitting on a rock that supports life when there are not any more such rocks within the known universe, tells us something about luck. Just because we are... Continue Reading →
Loathe, loathe, loathe again.
It is to be expected when a being reaches the age that I’m at now. You can’t carry on hoping that there will be a happy ending waiting to happen to everybody. Come to think of it, I don’t want a happy conclusion to this struggle of a life to be shared by everyone. There are people out there who do not deserve a happy-ever-after as they are the ones who set themselves to deny such outcomes for others.
The world has moved towards realistic opinions. That means that the left leaning liberal fluffy thinkers are rapidily being dispatched onto the wrong side of history’s bed. History has not ended and it has not achieved a yin/yang balance between greedy capitalism and freeby politics. We have moved back to the dog eat dog, cat eat cat, rat eat rat, red in tooth and claw scramble for existence that has always…
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It is to be expected when a being reaches the age that I'm at now. You can't carry on hoping that there will be a happy ending waiting to happen to everybody. Come to think of it, I don't want a happy conclusion to this struggle of a life to be shared by everyone. There... Continue Reading →
Back to the goshawk.
There was something beautiful about that bird of prey, even as it was ripping the still fluttering woodpigeon to pieces. Even that bit was edifying though I would prefer that nobody heard me say that. It wasn’t the gore of the scene that pulled me in but the purity of the event which was as scary as hell and not a little bit repulsive. Somehow though, the goshawk and the woodpigeon seemed to be acting out something for the world to take notice of. Imagine if the woodpigeon was a teenager like me, wandering through its normal day, flitting from branch to branch whilst making those warm cooing noises that they make. Imagine it was me with my baseball cap pulled down so that it was difficult to see my eyes. One moment I would be lost in my own importance and the nonchalance of just…
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The first days…
They still keep calling me. I am only able to hold it off so much. Inevitably, I cave into the pressure. Could I work in a school that is in some godforsaken part of the country? Maths, she said. I hate maths. Yes, I said and almost instantly regretted it.
Our middle daughter seems to have the virus. She’s locked in her accommodation at university and she’s trying to battle it out, not wanting to bring it home with her. Spreading the virus is something that decent human beings should not do, but when your child is showing signs of being ill, very ill if not attended to, where does being a decent human being stop and being a parent begin?I woke this morning, we both woke very early, and my wife told me that I shouldn’t do the day’s work. I agreed.
Later in the morning, the middle daughter…
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I have been spending the last few months trying to settle on a story for my next enterprise. I have happened on a few ideas, but they tend to fade with the coming of the daylight. Think and think and think again, but to no avail. The last two books I have completed have not... Continue Reading →
In that time, I would find time to write my blog every day. Sometimes it was more than one post. And sometimes it was longer than was necessary. From here it is difficult to say what is necessary. Words are not always needed. A shake of the head, a shrug of the shoulders, a rolling... Continue Reading →
An easterly is the most annoying of all the winds to sweep in across the brown waters of the North Sea. The city that is Kingstown awaits with baited dread and settles into a stoically practised response. They called it a European bite, a cold snap that was meant to punish those across the water.... Continue Reading →
This has become a special date for me as last year I caused my self a whole cargo of injuries that almost led to my unscheduled demise. Demise ia a nice way of saying dead. The good thing was that I didn't die - I came close to it, but just managed to avoid it... Continue Reading →
A year ago. Then, it was the day before my accident – the day that I met the rabbit hole and almost disappeared into it for good. A year later: the weather is almost a replica, I have written two new books, I have started to push my body towards the goal of reaching the condition that it had previously been in.
And now I am considering going out on a ride…
Saturday used to be my favourite day. It was a day of staying in bed until the very last, of drinking lots of tea, having conversations about the news, and indulging in property-porn. For the uninitiated, P-P is looking at foreign properties in France or Spain. By looking at properties for sale, we were there, in mind if not body. We all have favourite days and for me that was Saturday.
All days are now similar. The getting up and the going to sleep are all the same. There are no divisions, just time, ticking away unnoticed.
In the other world, we would be making the most of these days that are not ruled by work. Some sort of decent breakfast would follow our gargantuan consumption of tea. I would put a Saturday morning cooking programme on and saunter my way through it whilst doing other small tasks. I would…
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