Tag Archives: thought

Shoes Have No Soul

I bought new shoes for the forthcoming nuptials. Brown lace ups from Sons of London, an online emporia of gentlemen’s shoddery. This was under instruction from the happy couple to ensure I am fully compliant with the tonal requirements of … Continue reading

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So What Does It Make Me?

There are many ways in which my wife and I are different. Fr’instance if we are driving on a road with two or more lanes and one of the lanes begins to disappear – the road narrows or there are … Continue reading

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Perfectly Adequate

Someone asked me what I was good at at school and I had to think. I did okay at school, had my moments in both history and maths but I never succeeded so well as to be top of the … Continue reading

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Surreal In The Here And Now

I found myself in the Tate Modern the other day, preparing to take in the Dorothea Tanning exhibition. For those of you who don’t know Dorothea’s work, she was a surrealist painter, who married Max Ernst. She was born in … Continue reading

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The Post Office Queue

A new follower, here (do check Katie’s blog out; many laughs to be had) raised the subject of the post office queue. Which triggered a rather visceral shuddering. Possibly this is an entirely British phenomenon but if not perhaps this … Continue reading

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Complacency: Fairness v Justice #thoughtpiece

One of my ‘not sure where this is going’ pieces. As a Cub Scout, back in the 1960s we were taken to a Police Station, one of those educational trips that I recall with a mix of fascination and horror … Continue reading

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Fruit: The Ultimate Passion Killer #carrotranch

‘How did the date go, Morgan?’ ‘It was what my old gran would have called a curate’s egg.’ ‘What did you do, Morgan?’ ‘Ate a banana.’ ‘Come again?’ ‘We went to the Peking Paradise…’ ‘Classy.’ ‘Shut up Logan. Then the … Continue reading

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