Dreams have been my companions down the years. They have fed my creativity and nourished my will for the future. Some time ago, the dreams stopped coming. At night when I slept, I did just that. There was a void of neither here nor there into which I was plunged each time I rested my... Continue Reading →

Through The Eye Of A Needle

I cannot imagine immense wealth and while we talk in millions some of the truly rich use billions or trillions. Whilst I look at my pension thimble, these guys literally own the earth. And one name came out at me from history, Mansa Musa. Some big caravan. Although the non-tax paying Amazon founder Jeff Bezos... Continue Reading →

The Tatooist of Auschwitz

A Novel I have only just finished reading this and have gained something from its tale. There was a moment towards the end of the story that I started to feel the tears begin to well-up beneath my glasses. The spectacles are not rose-tinted, but are tainted by the passing years. This meant that I... Continue Reading →

Shooting the Breeze

I'm writing this on the back of a conversation with Angie, a fellow blogger and person who I respect enormously. Angie was questioning my post from yesterday that dealt with aspirations. I can see how anyone may have misunderstood what I was actually meaning. I was questioning the way in which schools begin to sell... Continue Reading →

What Gives The Right The Right?

I know that I am becoming intolerant of intolerance and it is starting to make my public edges fray. We live in a world of growing divisions and we listen to people exercising their rights to speak what they think. And we call this freedom of speech. And some of us call it hate speech.... Continue Reading →

Stupidity is a Gift from God…

Try not to think too much. The usual trawl through the newsfeeds throws up the usually depressing news. In recent weeks I have taken to skipping over the crap whilst trying to find something a little more edifying. This morning's smorgasbord gave me little to digest. Trump, Trump, Trump. Brexit, Brexit, Brexit. A report from... Continue Reading →

Waking Up To Satanic Verses.

It's an odd thing to pop into ones head as the last of sleep drains away, but this morning I woke with a strange idea, religion. As with all strange ideas born from slumber, this one threatened to wash away before my true wakefulness had returned and so I tried to capture some of it... Continue Reading →

Why I Write. George Orwell

It communicates. From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and... Continue Reading →

Fear of Happiness

Cherophobia can be defined as the fear of happiness, joy, bliss, or celebrating. Chero is a Greek word, which means to rejoice happiness or gaiety whereas Phobia in Greek means fear. Cherophobia or fear of happiness is the name given to a specific fear. Cherophobia or fear of happiness generally emerges from a blend of... Continue Reading →

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