Discount Glastonbury…

Sunday morning has arrived with another deluge. It's been one long shower since the decision, "By the people", to go it alone. We were up relatively early so that we could fulfil our parental responsibilities. I got the shopping adventure whilst my wife took our youngest one off to a maths class. Just in case.... Continue Reading →

To Be or To Be a Wasp…

Plotting your course through life is to be asked to be blown by winds that arise without warning, have no discernible pattern of behaviour, and then, just for good measure, blow you completely off-course.  I have neither compass nor maps. I could be anywhere and the possibility is that I am in exactly that spot,... Continue Reading →

Train of Thought…

I was about to start this post with a little introduction to my rather contented state of mind. Since waking, it has been like a warm blanket around me and I haven't shaken it off. I am still wearing it now. Even the gremlin, that has taken up residence in my Apple, has failed to... Continue Reading →

You Should Be Dancing…

 The Bee Gees We were returning home from Manchester Airport yesterday morning. It was raining. It was foggy. It was Greater Manchester followed by West Yorkshire; it was raining and cold, wet and bleak, dark and empty satanic mills, green and damp sheep-studded fields and hills.  "I wouldn't want to be a sheep here," our... Continue Reading →

Writer Unblocked…

For a number of years a piece of work has been sitting in my digital graveyard. No, that's not quite true. The work had not been formally laid to rest, rather it was receiving prolonged treatment for conditions associated with creative coma. The patient was not the unfinished novel, it was the half-baked writer. I... Continue Reading →

The Road We All Travel…

Michael Morpurgo, the author and former children's laureate, is 76 on Saturday 5 October 2019, and he's beginning to feel his age. But he's not downhearted, partly because he draws inspiration from others who've stayed active and positive to the end of their lives.  Strange thing, getting old - because I never thought it would... Continue Reading →

Why Hate A Little Girl?

How can a 16-year-old girl in plaits, who has dedicated herself to the not-exactly sinister, authoritarian plot of trying to save the planet from extinction, inspire such incandescent rage? Last week, she tweeted that she had arrived into New York after her two week transatlantic voyage: “Finally here. Thank you everyone who came to see... Continue Reading →

Thoughts before heading out on the bike…

“Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.” – Mark Twain “Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle.” – Abraham Lincoln “My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time.” – Charles Dickens... Continue Reading →

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