Out with the old…

Being a Scrooge at Christmas is nothing to be proud of, or to apologise for. As far as I know, having reservations about this great festive break is perfectly legitimate. I was saying to my wife, before Christmas kicked-off, that we should not try our best to create an occasion that is 'perfect'. Christmas and... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…9

The nights are cold. There is never enough warmth from the others. There are times when I think that they must not notice me. I walk so close to the walls that I have become accustomed to mixing with shadows. The kiosk man sees me. The boy came on the second night of the falling.... Continue Reading →

So Far So Good…

It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. According to later accounts, there were only two people existing to enjoy such days. Their first seven days had passed into something that their children would call a week. The thought of children had never crossed their minds; sex wasn't even on the radar.... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Flat-Pack Manger…

A piece of wood that was part of the manger that the baby Jesus slept in has retruned to Jerusalem, just in time for Christmas. Now that's a sign of either divine intervention or just good Black Friday shopping. I can see some of the devout eyes popping out as they read this heretic post,... Continue Reading →

Jesus Due in Bedford

Two centuries ago, a 64-year-old woman called Joanna Southcott announced she was pregnant with the Messiah. She died in December 1814, months after making this bold claim. Inevitably, a post-mortem examination revealed there was no child. But how did the prophecies of a Devon farmer's daughter inspire a 20th Century religious movement whose last believer... Continue Reading →

Silent Goodnight…

The Chances Of Anything Coming From Mars... During the first days, only the cranks and kids spoke about it. There were those who would always speak of such things 'that were out there' so, when things came along that promised hidden secrets, the group of ‘know-more than is seen’ were happy. It was coming for... Continue Reading →

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