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
Tag Archives: memories
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
Living The Soviet Dream And Other Office Disasters
I thought I would revisit a few office based memories as we in England relive what it’s like to get back indoors with others. In this chapter, it’s the perils of operating in Russia… Back in the early 90s the … Continue reading
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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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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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 two – Maple Road Primary
My teachers at Primary school were a mixed bunch. I’ve described the first two that I recall yesterday. Mrs Pritchard, the starched and Mrs Taylor the philosophical. Today we will move on to Mrs Greening, the serene. Mrs Greening caused … 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
