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…]
Septic Eye
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…]
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 3
Something truly remarkable happened last Sunday and it featured in every newspaper and TV station in the land. Under the circumstances I thought I would devote this entire section of Septic Eye to this extraordinary [more…]
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 2
I explained in the previous chapter how I arrived, through the medium of horticultural injury, at my unusual title for this collection of comments and ramblings. My demise at the hands, or should I say [more…]
Arts
This Septic Eye, Ch 1
Uncannily, like weapons of mass destruction, both infirmity and senility can also frequently be only 45 minutes from deployment. Spurred on by the obviously frail condition of one or two of our regular contributors I [more…]