Tag Archives: times past

Use It Or Loos It #toilets #bogs #WCs

Posted on Jun 9, 2019 by TanGental

Baby boomer, London suburbs 1960s I have had a curate’s egg of a relationship with the little room, the bog, the gents, the WC whatever you want to call it. At home as an infant it was just a toilet, … Continue reading →

Posted in #timespast, memories | Tagged memories, times past, toliets | 36 Comments

Shoes

Posted on May 10, 2019 by TanGental

I have had a few influences in my writing career but one stands out, and shoes are at the heart of the art. As any one reading my work here, they will know I love taking a well known setting … Continue reading →

Posted in #timespast | Tagged memories, school days, shoes, times past | 26 Comments

Heavy Hands #sorrynotsorry

Posted on Dec 11, 2018 by TanGental

I can still remember the moment when, after yet another breakage my Gran told me I was heavy handed. I’d have been about seven, I suppose. Her frustration at my habitual clumsiness had tripped some switch and she’d said something … Continue reading →

Posted in #timespast, memories | Tagged clumsiness, Memoir, times past | 42 Comments

Velo Drama – the Middle Years – Part Two

Posted on Aug 1, 2018 by TanGental

To continue. Last time – here – we were at University and exploring the three main reasons why a range of people wanted me off my bike, and at all costs. That was part one. This is part two. I’m … Continue reading →

Posted in #timespast, bicycling, humour, memories, miscellany | Tagged bike, cycling, incidents, times past, university | 25 Comments

Two Wheels On My Wagon…

Posted on Jul 16, 2018 by TanGental

Remember that lyric? Ok so this isn’t about wagons, or Cherokees or anything like. But there is a theme here. In the song, the poor sods keep on going in spite of the fact they’re reduced to two wheels and … Continue reading →

Posted in family, humour, memories | Tagged accidents, cycling, home, humour, School, times past | 43 Comments

crime and punishment #times past

Posted on May 28, 2016 by TanGental

I’m not good at receiving punishment. I don’t deserve it. Ever. That was my mindset as a child which allied to a visceral aversion to pain and a pathological need to be loved meant I did absolutely bloody everything to … Continue reading →