Fiction
A ghost story
Here is a short story. It starts on a train and I’m talking to a fellow commuter and it’s set in the time BC – Before Coronavirus….. I really hate mobile phones. There’s no privacy, [more…]
Blog
Elections
SARS-CoV-2 COVID-19 update 9
It has been quite a while since I visited this topic, and looking back on my prior eight musings has given me the inspiration to rehabilitate the topic as it hasn’t really gone away. While [more…]
Book Review
New Grub Street by George Gissing: A Review
Russell Kirk the philosopher, compared George Gissing’s The Nether World to a literal Hell on earth. It was “the culmination of our social revolutions” which would make life more torturous. For New Grub Street, Kirk’s [more…]
Computing
A visit to Kuala Lumpur
Back in the 80s and 90s in my IT life I did a lot of work on something called platform migrations. If your eyes haven’t already glazed over imagine taking Windoze programs and automatically converting [more…]
Arts
A View From The Greenhouse, A “Mini” Postcard, The Right To Choose
I never enter the greenhouse these days without at least a sense of trepidation. The worst’s over, that much is clear and those plants which haven’t been totally ruined, even if they aren’t looking as [more…]
Democracy
Keeping It in The Families
Your humble author and Imelda Marcos have been in the same place at the same time only once. Thirty years ago the trade winds had tempted a much younger me to a dusty road beside [more…]
Arts
More Artwork 2022, Part One
It’s been several months since my last artwork article and I thought I would respond to SB’s request for more articles by submitting an update on latest purchases etc. Hope you enjoy it. You may [more…]
Hobbies
Messing about in boats
Believe me my young friend there is nothing, absolutely nothing, half as much worth doing as simply messing about in boats (Ratty to Mole, Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows) I first started messing [more…]
Fiction
Samyaza Chapter 11 Camp Mitkan June-July 2006
“Play up! Play up! And play the game!” Afarin was in cover, carefully scrutinising the shimmering, broken landscape ahead of them and the distant low olive trees. Through the field glasses, the ground sloped down [more…]