Read After Burnout. It makes no sense.
It's nice to come home to the blog at the end of a working day. It's good to sit down and see what has been going on. It's wonderful to enter a world of imagination and self-reflection. Oh, my lord, I sound like a tree-hugger. Just got back in from work where I have wrestled... Continue Reading →
The party was smooching around them. He stood with a group of people or, to be precise, they stood with him. It wasn't difficult to work out who the 'A Lister' was. She had been reading his novels for years and each time she felt the same; that he had been writing them just for... Continue Reading →
When looking back, he thought it odd that at some earlier time he had believed his actions to be self-directed. Now, with the blank pages leading towards a conclusion, he studied the chapters, the paragraphs, the sentences, his choice ( his?) of words, even the punctuation that had always seemed to be such a random... Continue Reading →
I am sitting at the computer desk, looking out on wet Saturday morning in northern England. The garden is green and there is a hint of the new growth that will make it better. Rain is steadily dripping from on high and the temperature is laid flat at the feet of zero. And yet my... Continue Reading →
This one had big clumsy paws that matched her general demeanour and worldly wisdom. She was cute and amusing and my not-yet-wife loved her enormously. The others were called Nestles and Suchard.
I have painful enthusiasm. It is the type of stuff that ought to be locked in a garden shed or an underground missile silo. Being in a pension, in a city of such character, at the end of the summer, and staying in the casco-viego (old town) was a dream. I was excited and so... Continue Reading →
It has to be said that I was talking a certain amount of bullshit, as I later discovered that it was most probably the Basques who attacked the rear-guard so valiantly protected by Roland, he of The Song of Roland and not an abortive attempt at creating a successful follow-up to 'Joe le Taxi' in the pantheon of great French Eurovision winners (pardon the on running sentence).