Morning Rituals

I'm still on 7. And 7 is not bad. 7 means that I am sort of content. It means that nothing terrible has occurred, that I survived the homeward bound trip with Candy, stirring the moments around him with that viscous substance that he calls conversation. Just how well practised do you have to be... Continue Reading →

Rituals and a Bike

While some go to church on the Sabbath in order to thank the Lord for all that is good in the world (best to forget the bad things), I like my own rituals. Sunday is a day of rest. Unless you are the owner of a smart new bicycle and have a wife or daughters... Continue Reading →

The Boy Who Lost His Name

I sat at the weekend before some cards and presents from former and current students. The phrase ‘brilliant teacher’ was used. There was one present that was a personalised picture book entitled The Boy Who Lost His Name which focused my attention. Several years have passed since I originally ‘burnt-out’ and now I seem to... Continue Reading →

Rain, rain, go away…

The sun had his hat on and my youngest daughter and I went out for a cycle. As we set off the threat of bad weather was on the horizon, so I made sure that we would be cycling on a circular route never more than nine miles from home. It still surprises me how... Continue Reading →

Both Magical and Maniacal

Life is sweetness wrapped in bile. It's the fruit from the tree that, once bitten, first assaults the taste; those first few moments of regret and dismay. The tongue takes some accustoming to such unwanted shocks and the mind has to readjust to the realisation that all encounters may taste this way. There is probably... Continue Reading →

Part of my submission

AWOL, The Story Of Adam, is a dystopian novel set in the near future when wars and climate change have remade the world. No longer an logical world, civilization has compacted itself into small and isolated colonies. One such is the Citadel that is run by a government called The Family.  The Citadel is a... Continue Reading →

Time Sack

Nobody is aware of this, but a few; me and my wife to be exact. My recent travels with Captain Candy have revealed the truth about the nature of existence: the world ended some time in November 1979. That strangely coincided with Pick Floyd's release of The Wall. It was also the time that Captain... Continue Reading →

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