Read After Covid…Day 3

So, I am awake. I figure that that is preferable to sleep. I am making the most of these morning hours as sleep on troubles me with visions of what might be. Other people will be recording this and other people will probably have outlets that will pay for their thoughts. My writing has move... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…Day 2

My mornings begin in roughly the same way. I wake. I climb from bed. I descend the stairs and I boil a kettle. God forbid if this virus interfered with that. Earlier this week, one news article grabbed my attention by the horns. It was a video-report from a hospital in Lombardy and it needed... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…

In case you missed it…

Read After Burnout

If you are reading this you have survived IT so far. The IT is the thing that can’t be named. Think Macbeth, but only think it. You see, once it has taken to the air and spread its wings…Well, I think you get the message.

I am writing this as a response to IT. I have been waiting for IT for much of my life, certainly the part that entertained the written word. I think that a lot of mankind has been secretly waiting for the day when things are taken out of our hands and given over to some power that is so removed from our understanding, and rationalisation, that it is simply alien or IT, a thing beyond explanation.

IT is the thing that makes all our decisions for us. The seiges that it lays upon all our lives cannot be ignored. IT is IT, that moment when…

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Read After Covid…

If you are reading this you have survived IT so far. The IT is the thing that can't be named. Think Macbeth, but only think it. You see, once it has taken to the air and spread its wings...Well, I think you get the message. I am writing this as a response to IT. I... Continue Reading →

Plague Times…

Just when mankind thinks it has beaten nature, a hand reaches out and pulls it back. The cracks in man’s armour become the gateway of invasion. This is what happened with the Black Death.  The fourteenth century saw the first cases of the Black Death. In the spring of 1348, a virulent strain of the... Continue Reading →

One Magpie; Flightless…

Clearer Skies…

Read After Burnout

We had been watching the news all morning and it was not good. The virus has taken a grip on anybody who wanders into its path. There is fighting in supermarkets – over toilet paper and pasta? Our present population is being faced with a situation that many would only dare to contemplate through the medium of Zombie Apocalypse movies and TV shows. The truth is that the end does not arrive with a groan and the drag of long-dead feet, it is silent and unseen.

My little magpie is back. It’s the runt of the litter, its life hindered by not having a decent set of tail feathers. I have seen its siblings, bigger and immeasurably more confident, moving from tree to tree, swooping this way and that for the sake of it, a flourish of their own lives and their chances of survival. My little magpie sits there…

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One Magpie; Flightless…

We had been watching the news all morning and it was not good. The virus has taken a grip on anybody who wanders into its path. There is fighting in supermarkets - over toilet paper and pasta? Our present population is being faced with a situation that many would only dare to contemplate through the... Continue Reading →

The Truth Is Contagious…

In a post-truth world, in which politicians persuade their populations not to believe in anything, other than what they tell them, it's difficult to have to come to terms with a truth that stands the assaults of all those who would deny it; Coronavirus. The big C has managed to cut through the fake attempts... Continue Reading →

Next Book. Murder Mystery…

People who belong to Conwy (Conway if you’re English) like to think of themselves as true inheritors of the true Welsh. That is to say the Welsh who refused to bow to Edward 1 when he was rampaging through the principality. The castle is a tourist pull and statement of English intent. The walls, though,... Continue Reading →

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