It’s all the fault of WordPress. And Brian out of ‘New Tricks’. Although this blog site is unashamedly more of an ego trip than a sales pitch, I confess to sometimes feeling that it might be nice if my finely-polished aphorisms attracted an audience that extended a little beyond duty-bound immediate family and kind friends…
Today’s Daily Prompt asks whether I would thrive in a barter-based society. Ha! In a word, no. I have no transferable skills whatsoever, unless you would be willing to pay me to come round and load your dishwasher for you. No, I thought not. I was reasonably good at my job, but unless you happen…
I always wanted To write a haiku…Oh wait, I think I just have. (That’s enough poetry – Ed.)
Sunday’s Daily Prompt asked in which everyday activity you can get lost in ‘the zone’. For me there can be only one answer. The dishwasher is my domain. I don’t know if there is any single individual who can claim responsibility for liberating the masses from the drudgery of washing up by inventing the dishwasher…
Whoever first said that ‘travelling is better than arriving’ was probably being dragged to Tyburn to meet a masked man with a disembowelling knife and a mean streak. Or on the final approach to Heathrow in the middle of the long-haul early morning rush hour. In the great scheme of things, getting there is the…
So anyroad, I wuz skivin’ around disavvy, as per, lookin’ at dis WordPress business, an’ I seen dee ‘ad this thing called a ‘Weekly Writing Challenge’. Sounded a bit poncey, if yer ask me (especially the first paragraph), burra persevered like, an’ it said dee wanted yer to write one of dem blog posts in…
I’ve got a degree in philosophy, me. It was all a long time ago and it was taken on the basis that it was the most useless and impractical thing I could think of to do for three years at government expense (we had grants in those days, believe it or not). As it turned…
“There’s someone in my head and it’s not me” Pink Floyd: ‘The Dark Side Of The Moon’ You know how it is. Some mornings you wake up and there’s a song running through your head, often one that you haven’t heard for years but has somehow been dragged out from down the back of the…
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…
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…
the only deadhead in the hameau 