Life is suffering…

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 →

The early Daze…

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 →

Reworked Classics…Quiz

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 →

All Structure is Retrofitted…

This is my first day of the rest of my life.  I thought I may as well have it before it’s too late. I can remember fifteen years ago and being in the preliminary stages of realisation of the years that I was collecting. My footballing skills had most definitely waned and I started to... Continue Reading →

Some words From Way Back…

I wanted to be a writer. I wanted the freedom of thought that would allow me to create my own kingdoms and to find my own treasures. I wanted another life from the one that I have now. Teaching is a job, not a life. So, I set about the task of teaching myself how... Continue Reading →

Digital Narrators.

The other day, I started to play about with the new Anchor podcasting platforms and I have been having some fun. Okay, so the only voices available are a male and a female, both not out of place on the deck of Star Trek, but it does help to hear the stories. My favourite one... Continue Reading →

Bloody Mary and the Shower Room…

SHIT! I haven’t told you about the ghost yet.  The ghost was a shadow that followed me around. Sometimes, as I was swimming up from a deep place of sleep, I could see, through the sleepy cement eyes that are always there first thing in the morning or whenever it is that I wake, something... Continue Reading →

The Hawk…

The school was always making noises. We boys, being the ones that we were, merely added to the general volume. Most days would see us tempering our explosions, sometimes not. We were like juvenile pressure points that had very little control over themselves. The temperature, the pressure per square inch, was often pre-set before the... Continue Reading →

Staying in the womb…

The school was always making noises. We boys, being the ones that we were, merely added to the general volume. Most days would see us tempering our explosions, sometimes not. We were like juvenile pressure points that had very little control over themselves. The temperature, the pressure per square inch, was often pre-set before the... Continue Reading →

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