Arts
A Postcard Frae Glesgae
Over the last few weeks I’ve had occasion to visit Glasgow on two occasions, one for an overnight stay and the second time primarily to visit Kelvingrove Museum and Gallery. The happy circumstance of my [more…]
Travel
Arts
Three Men on a Bike, Part Two
You will recall that we three intrepid cyclists, Cough, Pat and my good self, had landed in Blangy sur Bresle, a small village on the border of Picardy and Normany on the second night of [more…]
20th Century
The Innocent on Everest
Another chapter from “Special Assignment” by my uncle John Alldridge (published in 1960 and now long out of print) The special correspondent doesn’t talk about ‘assignments’. He talks about ‘jobs’. His next ‘job’ may send [more…]
Arts
Three Men on a Bike, Part One
I suppose it must have been during the 1965 Easter break from the Sixth Form that Bogs, Cough, Pat and myself decided that during the summer months between the AS level exams and the start [more…]
20th Century
South Pole or Bust
Another chapter from “Special Assignment” by my uncle John Alldridge (published in 1960 and now long out of print) The special correspondent is a modest chap. He’ll tell you that he’s only a reporter watching [more…]
Collecting
A View From The Greenhouse; This Sporting Life
Life carries on much as normal, given the increasingly bizarre times we live in. The weather, thankfully, has picked up and jobs that have been on hold for a couple of weeks have risen to [more…]
20th Century
Postcard From Carlisle
When in the vicinity one feels obliged. After all, I am a Carlisle lad. During my previous life more interesting I found myself nearby and could adjust my schedule. If I was shot by an [more…]
20th Century
Postcard from Cyprus, 1996
By the early 1990s, computing in the Ministry of Defence was moving from huge, multi-million pound machines housed in air-conditioned rooms out into the offices on minicomputers and personal computers running Windows. It’s hard to [more…]
Arts
Queen of the Hebrides – Personal Recollections
17.30 Saturday 31st October 2015 For the second day running, we sit on the hard plastic chairs at Glenegedale Airport, staring despondently out of the windows into the grey Islay gloom, with only the occasional [more…]