Wake Up, Donnie…

Shakespeare had it as the Wheel of Fortune, a tragic cycle that was destined to fulfil its revolution until the world was right again. Something is now rotten in the world. Can't you smell it? Perhaps our senses modify themselves when the odour gets too strong. Our eyes adjust to the new darkness and block... Continue Reading →

In The Light Of Darkness

'There but for the grace of God', but God wasn't watching when the shooter came. God took his eye off the ball when the killer entered. God didn't hear, or interfere, when the terrorist started his rampage. Neither the rapport of the gun nor the screams of its targets reached the heavenly host. In the... 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 →

Something there is that does not love a wall…

I spent several days with him, cycling and drinking, talking and cycling. Although his bike fitness wasn’t fully there, it was still enough to pull me along. We went along coastal routes, alongside pristine beaches, and through forests that were the haunt to the British Royal family. My initial impression was that Wales was wonderful.... 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 →

For the love of French cars.

I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky and not too fast on the uptake. She was a strange choice yet she had something about her that made me smile. Claudette It was said that the car was unencumbered by an excess of power. The simple act of putting the pedal to the mettle... Continue Reading →

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