Life In Cars Frenchy

The photograph is like my memory, rather vague and unfocused. At some point my first car let me down. It may have been something and nothing but, as I was enjoying a relatively good wage, I thought I would treat myself to this little number.   I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky... Continue Reading →

On Not Smelling Right

My early schooling was spoilt by the fact that I found it almost impossible to learn to read. My friends were running through the programme as if it was a ride in the park. They were fast readers, accomplished learners who never had to endure the torture of actually learning something from scratch. Me? I... Continue Reading →

Thomas Hardy for beginners

Just something I did with A Level Literature students to help them get a grasp of the narrative. The Story of Tess. This is the story of a young girl who should have been content with the lot that was given to her in life. She was born into a family that had descended from... Continue Reading →

Kick, kick, kick…

Wednesday night is now martial arts time for my wife and youngest daughter. They, together with my daughter's friend have taken up the friendly self-defence activity of Taekwondo. And, to my wife's surprise, they are enjoying it. Last night was sparring night which meant that they would all be paired off against each other to... Continue Reading →

Another Titbit…

Prologue We always knew that school was important, the mechanical testing of our understanding, the rigid adherence to rules of behaviour. We knew that to not do well in school meant...well it meant that you didn’t do well in life. No second chances, no retakes. You have one go at getting it right, that was... Continue Reading →

How about this for an intro?

Some time ago... The night had finally arrived and he welcomed it. The citadel was as near to quiet as it ever would be. There was the hum of a TT vehicle patrolling, the sinister buzzing of BOTs still tasking late into the night; they never stopped. Then there was the sound of his mother’s... Continue Reading →

I Wanna Be Yours

I wanna be your vacuum cleanerBreathing in your dustI wanna be your Ford CortinaI will never rustIf you like your coffee hotLet me be your coffee potYou call the shotsI wanna be yours I wanna be your raincoatFor those frequent rainy daysI wanna be your dreamboatWhen you want to sail awayLet me be your teddy... Continue Reading →

Still. A.R. Ammons

I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby, a handy focus and reminder, a ready measure of my significance, the voice by which I would be heard, the wills, the kinds of selfishness I could freely... Continue Reading →

Ode To Spring. R. Burns

WHEN maukin bucks, at early fucks,In dewy glens are seen, Sir;And birds, on boughs, take off their mows,Amang the leaves sae green, Sir;Latona’s sun looks liquorish onDame Nature’s grand impetus,Till his pego rise, then westward fliesTo roger Madame Thetis. Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,And glances o'er the brae, Sir,Slides by a bower where... Continue Reading →

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