Is that it? On the second Sunday in December for the past twenty one years, the small town of Blond – about twenty miles from Tranquility Base – is given over to all things capon. For the uninitiated, a capon is a castrated rooster, a fact which explains their more relaxed mien when compared to…
Yesterday’s Daily Prompt struck a chord (as it were): “Put together a a musical playlist of songs that describe your life, including what you hope your future entails.” I guess that this is something many people think about doing but don’t actually set about it in a properly structured way. This seems like a good…
Last night we had the first heavy frost of the year
Today’s Daily Prompt from what I had previously thought of as the good people at WordPress, but am now more inclined to think of as the awkward squad, is: If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write…
In rural France, where mains gas is just a pipe dream (so to speak) and electricity comes through overhead cables and so is more than usually vulnerable to disruption, whether from a coup de foudre or a particularly oafish tractor driver, the use of wood for cooking and heating is pretty much de rigeur. The practical downside…
New readers (and at this point you all are) start here. Still lured by the twin devils of the ego and the aesthetic (see ‘Why this blog?’) I remain hell-bent on sharing – or making available, at any rate – my ruminations on such matters as happen to grab my fancy. However, as a first…
Yet another personal blog site: one of the infinite number of monkeys tapping away at their infinite number of keyboards. What’s the point? George Orwell asserted that – putting aside the need to earn a living (which happily is not applicable here) – there are four great motives for writing: sheer egoism, aesthetic enthusiasm, historical…
How the Dead saved my life On October 30th 1990, my life changed irreversibly, and for the better. This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened and, indeed, compared with meeting my future wife, our wedding day and the births of our two children, going to see the Grateful Dead occupies a comparatively…
Answering these damn’ silly questions
I’m retired: what difference does it make?
the only deadhead in the hameau 