Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter One
Dave and Sally walked to their hotel, his arm was round her, they were both happy and laughing. The sound of cicadas could be heard in the undergrowth. It was now over eighteen months since [more…]
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Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Six
The next day was not only another perfect Caribbean day, but it was Christmas Eve, and the twins knew from experience that Father Christmas arrived on board in the late afternoon. So, in the planning [more…]
20th Century
The Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife: A Blade Forged in War
The Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, often simply called the “F-S knife,” is one of the most iconic combat blades in history. Designed during World War II by two British close-combat experts, William Ewart Fairbairn and Eric [more…]
Christianity
Pastoral Letter on Assisted Dying
On Sundays, the priest preaches a sermon about half-way through Mass. Depending on how good a speaker he is, this is an opportunity to pick up some insights on today’s gospel, or alternatively to drift [more…]
Literature
An Old Man’s Musing Part Twenty-Three
Just a quick note for now. A comment in response to my article on Aldershot really got up my nose; using he term ‘squaddy’ in a derogatory way. Typical ‘go with the flow’ sheeple trope. [more…]
Politics
Why we Fight, Part One
The cool kids table at Davos has become a truly funny place as a tribe of self-anointed, self-credentialed, self-referential, and self-styled “elites” gather to discuss their eliteness and why it’s time that the rest of [more…]
Human Interest
Dog Walking Thoughts – No 1: K.B.O.
As with all large projects or major goals, in life or work, things can seem too big to be achievable. The usual advice is to break it all down into manageable ‘chunks’ – and that [more…]
Literature
In Defence of Aldershot
Oh Aldershot, my Aldershot, what have they done to you there was a time, so long ago when you were fresh and new thirty years ago or so you were a joy to know. Neglect, [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy-Five
Monday Good morning, my friends. There was a bit of watery sun about when I strolled to the bottom of the garden for my poo behind the gardener’s shed. Something had been digging down there. [more…]