Cruel Britannia

We are on the eve of the government triggering Brexit. Oh, how much fun can that be?  Flagging at the last. Here’s me trying to make connections with unseen readers, phantoms of my mind. The world is being torn apart and I’m building either an illusionary one or one that is founded on delusion. It... Continue Reading →

Car-Share With King Candy

That suspiciously sweet smell. For a while now I have been car-sharing. It is a way of getting to work whilst cutting down on costs. It saves me and my fellow care-sharers small fortunes at the end of the month and gves us time chat. The last bit is not always true. My car-sharing adventures... Continue Reading →

French Porn (property)

A ray of sunshine has fallen across our Saturday morning. Outside is dull and damp, but in doors there is a spot of hope. Saturday morning started off as all Saturdays tend to do. Lucy, our cat, came gently meowing into our bedroom. The weather is grim out there, but that didn’t stop her from... Continue Reading →

Wise Men Say…

My childhood was dominated by memories of The King. Elvis Presley, Aaron to be more precise. My mother was in love. She was smitten with this hip-shaking, breath-taking, king of Rock and Roll. We were the family from The Commitments who could not conceive that there was anything better than the lip-curling kid from Tupelo,... Continue Reading →

Win At All Costs! Or Not…

Eugene Christophe Tour de France I always associate the Tour de France with colour. Firstly, there are the colourful fields of sunflowers that have come to symbolise this yearly adventure and then there are the team kits. In 1919, just after the slaughter of the Great War, the Tour set about its pilgrimage around the... Continue Reading →

Me, the Viking.

The sixties was a time of discovery in British education. I didn't know that because I was one of the lucky ones to be schooled through it. We had teachers who were new to the profession, teachers who had grown up through the war and grown some more in the fifties and then into sixties.... Continue Reading →

Here Come The Holidays

After a year of blogging, I am taking three-weeks off to cycle in France. There, I will also be writing, but not blogging.    The Piper will conclude on my return. Mike

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