The goats made me do it

“All about you: Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what does it mean to you?” A fair enough question for this latest of ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’, but the problem is that it’s based on a joke and if you have to explain a joke then somehow it’s just not funny any…

Give me excess of it

“Musical: What role does music play in your life?” Ah, I can almost hear the groans from my nearest and dearest when they read this latest of WordPress’ ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’. They know what’s coming. But before we get to the Grateful Dead – as we surely shall – let me answer the…

Through the keyhole

Per your recent request (see footnote), please find below our analysis of the attached photograph, which we understand to be of the office of your suspect subject. Location: Although there is no external reference in the picture to provide any indication of where it might have been taken, it is nonetheless possible to draw some…

So Much Dead, So Little Time

800 and counting Dear friends and loved ones, I have new information that I guarantee is going to have you beside yourself with indifference. This week my collection of downloaded Dead shows has reached the dizzying total of 800. How do I know this and what does it all mean? Or to put it another…

Life: The Soundtrack

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…

Why this blog?

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…

Help On The Way

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…