Adventures in Everyday Madness Continuing
The wood pigeon had returned. This time it did not look so confident. It had been three days since he last saw it and, at first, he was glad of its company. But, even from this distance, he could tell that it wasn't doing well. Aside from his avian acquaintance, he had not seen any... Continue Reading →
A complete wood pigeon sat on an obsolete television arial. Around it, everything stood still. The world had never been so peaceful and, if it wasn't for the smell of mankind's death, he would have thought that he was dreaming. He had never been a success, never been successful, never thought of himself as anything... Continue Reading →
The winds of war had been blowing across the classrooms and corridors since the second day of the week. As the spite of rain whipped across the car-park, and the unseasonably cold blast ripped down the temperatures, the student body (still kicking) reacted appropriately. Vendettas emerged where only a harmless void had previously resided. Fights... Continue Reading →
There have been to many leaves in our garden. Trees have grown, branches have spread, a consumation of a perfect growing season; warm and wet. We have been watching these encroaching leaves, at first with greeting, then with foreboding. Another year was turning. Another summer beginning to disappear. Summers should last forever, the way they... Continue Reading →
You have picked me out.Through a distant shot of a building burningyou have noticed nowthat a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning. In fact I am waving, waving.Small in the clouds, but waving, waving.Does anyone seea soul worth saving? So when will you come?Do you think you are watching, watchinga man shaking crumbsor pegging out... Continue Reading →
There's a torpid air out there. The world is standing still. A wet mist is waiting. There's a coffee to my right. Yesterday's Tour de France is playing out it's recording. There's a writer at the keyboard. He is tapping out what ought to be his thinking. There's a blank screen before him. And no... Continue Reading →
The most consistent thing in his life was new beginnings. They always happened. Indeed, one was happening as he woke to another morning. "Variety is the spice of life," he reassured himself. But that would make my life one of the spiciest ever. Okay, he hadn't gone to the moon. He had never even gone... Continue Reading →
I cried at the ending of The Song of Bernadette. I just sat and wept my young eyes out whilst my elder sister watched on, somewhat disturbed by my outburst. When I was a child, such outpourings of emotional excess were embarrassing, especially for a boy. It’s a good job that my father had not... Continue Reading →
We had returned to the UK for the Christmas holidays. It seemed to be a good idea at first, all that joviality and love. We had taken a coach from Vitoria right through to London. It seemed to be the right thing to do. Unfortunately, people tend to get in the way. The coach was... Continue Reading →
