The Detritus of Death
I was thinking about a title for this article for some time and “The Detritus of Death” was the best I could come up with – even if it does sound like a Doctor Who [more…]
I was thinking about a title for this article for some time and “The Detritus of Death” was the best I could come up with – even if it does sound like a Doctor Who [more…]
In memory of those who have crossed the bar Fearless of storm or foe, Guarding the traffic of the east and west, Giving with hearts heroic of their best, The brave mine-sweepers go. Horace Rumsam [more…]
I was born in 1950 and I have very happy memories of my early years. I was lucky I guess. We lived in a four-bedroom semi-detached house in Church End, Finchley with decent sized front, [more…]
It was a fine Thursday evening as Mr. and Mrs. RC were out for their daily perambulation as permitted by Reichmarschall des Grossdeutchen Reiches Johnson. They were discussing arrangements of when relatives were to visit. [more…]
This is the story of a watch. A plain, simple, pocket watch. Probably bought in the early 1940’s for three Half-Crowns (7/6, or in “New Money”, 37.5p) from a Woolworth or a High Street Jewellers. [more…]
This is my story of the passing away of my good lady wife. i just wanted to write it down. It has been written pretty much on a day by day basis, it is hard [more…]
Apart from the song by the US band Boston, who sadly managed to enthusiastically embrace the “Touchy feely” spectrum ruining an otherwise excellent song, this is a genuine question. In this age of mass gender [more…]
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