From ten years ago, and inspired – for want of a better word – by a prompt included in WordPress’ Writing 101 course that invited us to ‘reinvent the letter format’. This is as close as it’s going to get. An Open Letter To My Passport Photo Dear self, Well, I wouldn’t go so far as…
My Twitter account is a bit like my bicycle; it’s there, it’s mine alright, but it doesn’t get used much. WordPress is the only reason I signed up to Twitter in the first place, but as I pointed out at the time, since I know hardly anybody else with a Twitter account, its value as…
Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that it’s good to see you, but on balance I suppose I’m glad that you’re still around – even if you are a grumpy-looking old sod. If I think back to your 1975 iteration, your first as a grown-up, you were a grumpy-looking young sod. In…
During my first year as a student at the University of Kent, between October 1970 and June 1971, I lived in room E1 S4 of Eliot College. Why ‘E1 S4’? You may well ask. Simple really: it was room number 4 in the south corridor on the first (ground) floor of the east block of the…
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