My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
Thanks and yes .. is it wrong to say that I’m enjoying pottering around the apartment, writing and having time with my husband?? I miss my kids who are in the U.K. but in truth they’re far happier with all their stuff around them and not having mum and stepdad in a confined space. They’re at university so enjoying using the time cooking and having multiple conversations on line with all their friends! You ok??
yes thanks; I naturally self isolate when I want to write and we do live in a spectacular environ with the garden so its not a hardship. I’ve also fallen in love with Joe Wicks’ workouts so I’ll be fitter than ever when this is done. Who thought six minute abs could be fun? Er, no one but anyway…
Now that’s a spring I can relate to, change that north wind out for a southerly one and there we are. Lines two and three quite captured me and it took a while to continue on. I agree, it’s a terribly good poem!
Oh dang. You think it includes some good? Back to the drawing board. On the subject of winds I always love watching All Black tests from Invercargill because of the inevitability of that southern gale…
Well, only if you are drawn to over-size gorillas leaping about on old mattresses….. And haha to Invercargill gales! On a good day, on a step ladder with a telescope you can almost spot Mt Erebus …… and the locals break out the teeshirts and shorts the minute the sun shines and the temperature rises above 6C.
I adore your garden/flower photos. The March north wind biting like a demented rabbit is an awesome line and made me think of Alice in Wonderland. The March Hare. 🙂
‘Terribly’ good!
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I do like to be bad…
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😂
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Lovely Geoff, my favourite line is
Arboreal dandruff
Than a sign of new birth. 💜
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Silly me. Thanks as always, Willow?
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😜🌈💜
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Oh, what a ‘terribly’ great poem. I love it. I think we make too little of awful poetry. It’s good for a laugh if nothing else.
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Sometimes just good for nothing, but even that is important
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“His nadgers iced by the cold March wind ….” That’s so funny I’ve just shown my husband!!! Thanks for the laughs!
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Pleasure as always. You guys surviving this house arrest thing ok?
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Thanks and yes .. is it wrong to say that I’m enjoying pottering around the apartment, writing and having time with my husband?? I miss my kids who are in the U.K. but in truth they’re far happier with all their stuff around them and not having mum and stepdad in a confined space. They’re at university so enjoying using the time cooking and having multiple conversations on line with all their friends! You ok??
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yes thanks; I naturally self isolate when I want to write and we do live in a spectacular environ with the garden so its not a hardship. I’ve also fallen in love with Joe Wicks’ workouts so I’ll be fitter than ever when this is done. Who thought six minute abs could be fun? Er, no one but anyway…
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Ha!! Well I’m very impressed! I think I need to check out this Joe Wicks fellow, he’s very popular …
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Forgot to say … lovely pictures! Katie
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Too kind. They’re all getting a ludicrous amount of care and attention…
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Looks like global warming took place in winter only! Very good poem, Geoff, and the pictures are gorgeous!
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Thanks Erika. I suppose that’s why they changed it to climate change so ever season can have its increased shitty bits.
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That would make sense…
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Now that’s a spring I can relate to, change that north wind out for a southerly one and there we are. Lines two and three quite captured me and it took a while to continue on. I agree, it’s a terribly good poem!
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Oh dang. You think it includes some good? Back to the drawing board. On the subject of winds I always love watching All Black tests from Invercargill because of the inevitability of that southern gale…
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Well, only if you are drawn to over-size gorillas leaping about on old mattresses….. And haha to Invercargill gales! On a good day, on a step ladder with a telescope you can almost spot Mt Erebus …… and the locals break out the teeshirts and shorts the minute the sun shines and the temperature rises above 6C.
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You’re both hardy and bonkers but then I suppose I always knew that…
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Ha! Bloomin’ funny!
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Flowery prose?
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The demented rabbit denied his conjugal rights(only a lawyer would come up with that one) about says it!
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Who will rid me of this troublesome profession?!
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Perfect!
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“Yeah Right”, good to read a quintessential kiwi saying. Love a colourful array of flowers. Oh, and the poem.
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I spend too much time recalling my grand tour… Kiwiland gets into the blood…
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I adore your garden/flower photos. The March north wind biting like a demented rabbit is an awesome line and made me think of Alice in Wonderland. The March Hare. 🙂
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Ah Alice. We need to free our inner Bandersnatches to defeat the evil King Covid!
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It’ll be Off With Its Head! once I rest a bit by the Tumtum tree.
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just twiddle your dum and diddly your dee and your’ll be fine
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Spring in the time of cholera, hey? Gave me a perverse giggle or two. Poor lambies!
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It seems perverse is Todays world, huh?
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Well, at least you let us see your lovely flowers. 🙂
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I know. It let down the whole sick shtick!
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It’s all awesome 😎
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Ha! I admire that you always have the wisdom to cushion the blow with photos of your lovely garden. 😉
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