Arts
Embers of The Affair, Part One
This is a recollection, in verse, of one of the most momentous periods in my life. But first – a tribute from me to all the lovely GP Laydees: And have you now, and will [more…]
Literature
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy-Six
Monday Good morning, and what a beautiful sunny morning it is. It’s nice and warm, and there is a clear blue sky, quite appropriate for my 18th birthday. Legohead is off to an immigration summit [more…]
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…]
21st Century
Always Worth Saying’s Railway Review
Boy, how I miss Question Time. The witty repartee, the razor-sharp cut and thrust of debate. George the Poet. The £22 billion black hole. Foodbanks, the statutory tranny, and the obese woman with the purple [more…]
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…]
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…]
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…]