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
Whatever Next
I was rummaging around my blog, looking for something I’d written a while back and came across this, written for my first anniversary of blogging in April 2015. I offer it up for… well you decide. The Le Pard family, … Continue reading
Parts Of My Past – Lymington
If you go down to the coast today… Staycations are all the rage; a lot of people showed up on Bournemouth beach this weekend for instance, including my son on his stag weekend – poor Bournemouth. A bit further east … Continue reading
On A Little Hill, Far, Far Away #Britishandirishlions #southafrica #memories
There is a rugby test match due to take place this Saturday in Cape Town between the British and Irish Lions and the current World Champions, South Africa. In 1997 I took my father to South Africa for his seventieth … Continue reading
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Games For A Laugh #olympics #memories
It’s nearly Olympics time again and as happens stories around it brought back memories of my time working for the Organizing Committee of the London 2012 Olympics. I wrote a similar post six years ago but maybe this will resonate … Continue reading
Rain Of Terror
I admit it; I’m becoming paranoid about the garden and the forthcoming nuptials that will be celebrated here. Yesterday it hosed down and while I like a bit of rain, as much as the next man, this was to be … Continue reading
The Nerdy One
For those who don’t know the UK, our built environment is controlled by a set of planning laws. These started in the 1930s as rules to control advertising but by 1948 they impacted all buildings, new and old, as well … Continue reading
Doggin’ On #flashfiction
Odd word, dogging. At University dogging on meant hanging in there and showing resilience. These days there may be some hanging and resilience involved in the word but otherwise the relationship with al fresco exhibitionist copulation and how we used … Continue reading
Moths And Memories #nature #memories #garden
One thing that brings me back to my childhood is seeing a moth. Dad loved butterflies and moths and at some point in the 1960s bought a second hand moth trap at the Amateur Entomological Exhibition. Every night, when rain … Continue reading
Shoes And Towels
Today is Towel Day so my mind went to shoes, naturally. This is a small homage to the man who inspired so much in my writing esp. the shorter fiction and whose oeuvre is celebrated on this most wholly of … Continue reading
Of Course It’s The Germans… #officelife
When my law firm decided, circa 1990, that the way to future glory was to expand our international offering, we already had a presence in Paris, Madrid and Brussels. The aim was to cover the major European nations which meant … Continue reading
