The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Category Archives: memories
commuting with the devil #work #travel #nightmares
In the last few days, my son has acquired a Brompton, which for the uninitiated is a fold up bike so he can commute to work. He’s dead chuffed, mostly because he sourced it at a discount (his mother’s genes). … Continue reading
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Tagged commuting, cycling, humour, memories, work
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Thunderboxes Wot I Have Noan #motherlore #memories
The other day I told the story of how my mother narrowly avoided death by swallowing disinfectant in order to eradicate an ingested fly. Some of you, dear readers, mentioned your admiration for mum and her methods of overcoming childhood … Continue reading
A Fear Of Flying #memories #books #deadfliesandsherrytrifle
🎶There was a lady who swallowed a fly🎶 I was a nervy child, not given to bravery in either the tree climbing or challenging authority departments. 🎶I don’t know why she swallowed the fly, perhaps she’ll die🎶 Credulous too, believing … Continue reading
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Tagged Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, flies, memories
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Dukes, Daves And Driving
In the light of the passing of the Duke of Edinburgh, known as Phil the Greek to we schoolboys back whenever, I was recalling my own skirmishes with the Duke of Edinburgh award. It wasn’t a success and I never … Continue reading
Posted in creative writing, Friends, holidays, humour, memories, miscellany
Tagged creative writing, Dave the mechanic, Friends, humour, road trip
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The Writing Is On…
It’s rare that I write anything by hand these days, at least not so as it matters. I had to write a cheque which is in itself a rare treat. But it had to be readable to serve its purpose … Continue reading
Skool Teekchers Wot Ay Haf Noan: part three – Maple Road Primary
My teachers at Primary school were a mixed bunch. I’ve described the first three over the last couple of days. Today we will end with Miss Hazel, the psychopathic and the one man, Mr Hole, the avuncular. Miss Hazel was … Continue reading
Skool Teekchers Wot Ay Haf Noan: part one – Maple Road Primary
I have been taught by the timid, the tremendous, the tired and the terrible – quite a few of the latter in truth. The best weren’t necessarily either good teachers or knew their subject but they had character – some … Continue reading
Punch #dog #memory
Funny old world. I was with the Vet and the Pest Controller who were looking at a house they might buy and we passed a dog. A boxer. I’d fallen behind them – for some reason I’d felt the urge … Continue reading
Bowler Hatted #humour #memories
In the UK there has been a mild frisson of woke irritation ever since an ’eminent’ divorce lawyer banned cardigans on women as inappropriate attire in the office. They should look executive, like the president of a country. I have … Continue reading
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Tagged bowler hats, dad, memories, office dress, train travel
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Music And Movement
Children are always on the move. Fidgety was one description for me, back in the day. Today I read a delightful post about how small children love to latch onto music and just move, just dance. Jennie Fitzkee of A … Continue reading
