Writing About Stuff
I can imagine a time when range anxiety was rare. Maybe an elderly couple living on a remote farm in North Wales had an oil-fired Aga – they were called ranges back in the day. Every autumn they would fret about whether the ageing boiler would last the winter. Nowadays…
In the silence He. Spoke and spoken knew above. Before foundation. The pure law given. Must bind all high and all low. Perfect is perfect. Without Him nothing. Everything given freely. And He was given.
It was a moment of regret, an ellipsis of self-awareness. Jeremy Ford saw himself then as an ageing man with a wine gut who might as well have been wearing a Victorian morning suit and a white waistcoat, an anachronism whose absurdity was exceeded only by that of his own reflection in the…
The interior of the room was white. The domed ceiling connected seamlessly with the circumference of the walls and floor. There were two doors, concealed so as to be invisible when shut. The room was empty except for a white desk at which a glassy-eyed young man in a white suit…
They describe it as the ultimate shopping and leisure experience, but Bluewater is my idea of hell. I’m a obviously a lightweight. Today we happened to be passing after dropping my eldest daughter back at university. As we drew near, I was reminded of the sirens of Greek legend, devils…
Yesterday I took my car for an MOT. I thought I’d make good use of the waiting time, so I took a notepad with me. I dropped the car off and walked a short distance to a local pub. I would drink coffee and write. So I thought. I found…
I am on holiday Enjoying the odd pint Making the most of it While I can Wishing I was 25 not 45 Sleepy now With twitchy legs And it’s only 7.30pm Sitting in a tent With a single gas-ring on Because it’s August in Cornwall And it’s wet outside And…
I’m not good at judging distances. Today we moved my eldest daughter to her new place in Hackney. She is a nursing student just finishing her first year and her stuff has multiplied. After humping boxes, bags and linen around everyone was hungry. I suggested we walk to Brick Lane…
Like so many others, I am especially saddened by Robin Williams’ death but I find myself wondering why. I have never met him. I didn’t know him. People commit suicide everyday. What is it about celebrities that makes us care about them? What is it about the death of this…
In the early 90s I used to travel frequently as part of my job. One of my longer trips involved visiting a customer in Hurghada, Egypt. I had never been to Egypt before and I was completely unprepared for what awaited me. At the time there were no direct flights to Hurghada…