Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 7
I love to eavesdrop, I’ve mentioned this in previous posts and it’s not a creepy thing, it’s just that when people are ‘off duty’, when they are talking to friends without the filter of society’s [more…]
Arts
Arts
Postcard From Penarth to Sully
Penarth is literally just around the corner from Cardiff. Home to a famous pier and much else besides. The town itself has a pleasant promenade to walk along, and numerous eateries along the sea front. [more…]
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 6
With sincere apologies, I don’t feel very flippant this week, the continuation of carnage in our capital city, combined with the narcissism of the spiritless, spineless, succubus that claims to serve us has cast a [more…]
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 5
I find myself increasingly confused as to the point of TV commercials nowadays or even what the actual product is. Back in the old days, we were shown a triangle of Dairylea and a child [more…]
Arts
Family, Community, Identity
My Mum was born on 7th May 1945. My Nan (quite the socialite) used to complain that on the day of the biggest party ever she was stuck in a hospital with a new born [more…]
Arts
Postcard from the Isle of Man
As some of you may have noticed, I am a long-time resident of the evil tax dodging empire otherwise known as the Isle of Man. Apart from the beer guzzling, rubber burning hedonistic frenzy of [more…]
Arts
In Praise of The Uptick
According to the dictionaries, the word “uptick” means “a small increase or slight upward trend.” And it is an americanism. I could not find a definition in an online context, i.e. “uptick a comment”. That [more…]
Education
Using Evidence – A Guide to Living in an Information Age
The Past Previously I was a History teacher for 10 years. One of the most important skills I learned and taught others was how to critically examine information and evidence that you are presented with. [more…]
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 4
A bloodshot view through a puffy eye streaming with tears, usually of laughter, occasionally of anger. Rather reluctantly, I attended a Mothering Sunday lunch last week. I have nothing against mothers per se, let me [more…]