In the Attic

At the top of our house sits the attic. It is a part of our home in the same way that deeply forgotten thoughts are a part of our lives. It houses (it warehouses) those things that are no longer relevant to our current lives: old records, VHS videos, children's Christmas presents (old ones), books,... 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 →

For Dark Winter Nights 3

It was the freezing air that tried to enter.  For a moment he stood, transfixed by what had taken place. The world had changed and it was waiting for him. One small step and he was through the door. He wore only flimsy slippers, worn away to the bone. He wanted to turn back. He... Continue Reading →

Bookends…

L   If gale-force Fortune sweeps you off you feet, let it; ride it; and admit defeat.   There's no point in resisting; it's too strong - willy-nilly, you'll get swept along.   Palladas. Tony Harrrison   It was an unseasonably warm October night. The high winds of the midweek had ceased and it was still.... Continue Reading →

For Dark Winter Nights 2

Beyond his window was winter. It had finally arrived. A long-awaited smile cracked beneath the surface of his leathered skin. He inhaled the cold air that had perpetrated beyond the pane of glass...at Last.  "So, you have returned to me." The empty world gave no response.  He watched the frozen landscape, and the moon, impaled... Continue Reading →

For Dark Winter Nights

If anyone had told him about climate change in the past, he would have scoffed. 'Tree-huggers,' he would have muttered. These days, that was different. He was awake again. A full bladder told him that he not only had to visit the lavatory, but that he was getting older. This happened to men past a... 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 →

Going nowhere on a tragic cycle…

The problem with tragedy is that it never has a happy ending. Tragedy ends in death. It starts with a bad decision, leads on to disgrace and downfall, scrapes you through a period of suffering that appears never likely to end before there is a realisation, ‘Fuck, that’s what I did wrong’ or, ‘Fuck, I... Continue Reading →

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