Tag Archives: times past

Use It Or Loos It #toilets #bogs #WCs

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

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Shoes

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

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Heavy Hands #sorrynotsorry

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

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Velo Drama – the Middle Years – Part Two

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

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Two Wheels On My Wagon…

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

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A Whole Lot Of Time #timespast

There’s a rather lovely prompt that’s been going for a while, from the one of Irene Waters, a memoirist (is that even a thing?) from Australia, which she calls Times Past. The link to the latest prompt is here. She … Continue reading

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crime and punishment #times past

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

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