Category Archives: humour

Voices And The Terror Within – Musings On The World Cup

One consequence of living in London is that travelling on public transport reminds you we live in a small and shrinking world. It is easy to note the many skin tones suggesting an ancestry away from the shores of the … Continue reading

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Heat And Flies

In many years of working I have yet to be sacked. I may have been lucky in that regard but I have been demoted, twice in the same job. Memories of the first of these backward steps came to me … Continue reading

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It’s a Dog-gone Conclusion

We are a pet house. Two ancient cats inhabit the top of the boiler or the sofa back, next to the TV. An even more ancient tortoise roams a flower bed, doing… not very much, in return for some grapes … Continue reading

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Don’t Clap – Just Who Am I Volunteering For?

Now I’m no longer at the coal face, I spend some of my time volunteering. I’m hardly unique in that. I like to split my time between helping at a local Youth charity – the Streatham Youth And Community Trust … Continue reading

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After Sonnet 91: Life Lessons #poetry

Seems as apt today as ever…. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill Some enjoy a pint, some prefer a pill Some are shallow, followers of fashion, Some see their art as the epitome of passion. Some pay … Continue reading

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Russian Roulette

Back in the early 90s the law firm I worked at decided that the way to a golden future was to expand into Europe and Asia. Over a relatively short period we acquired offices throughout Western Europe. Some of the … Continue reading

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It’s Just A Phrase He’s Going To…

My dad liked a couplet, a rhyme, a well-chosen pun and, especially a limerick. History doesn’t relate how he turned this love and not a little skill into a compelling hobby and a successful enterprise, but maybe a little like … Continue reading

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