MORE OF HILAIRE BELLOC (R16)


I continue my exploration of the work of Hilaire Belloc in a determined effort to discover why, since many of his beliefs are so inimical to me, he continues to have a very special place in my intellectual life. He would no doubt have defined me as somebody possessed of a ‘…one-legged, knock-kneed, gimcrack, purblind, […]

AN ENCOUNTER WITH FLOW(R14)


I sent a good friend a copy of my Room Twelve. He thanked me for it and said, ‘I already dipped in – and it is as WONDERFUL as all the others…’ He asked, ‘How do you do it?’ while suggesting that it was a silly, unworthy and unanswerable question… HOW DO I DO IT? […]

I was Practising Flying (R16)


when I suddenly forgot to flap my arms sufficiently vigorously and finished up at the bottom of a flight of stairs with what turned out to be two broken ribs. They were somewhat painful. In hospital in the middle of the night, after oral morphine had settled me down a good deal, I was suddenly […]

STORIES (R12+)


(For Laurie & Pat & Patrick & Tom & Ed & All…) Life’s a Story We Tell Ourselves One of the stories I tell myself is that it’s always time to begin again, like Mr Polly. Last night (3rd May 2014) for the umpteenth time I watched the old b&w, entirely gimmickless, film The History […]

I’m no ornithologist (R6)


I’m no brain-surgeon either. Or a spaceman. How many other things are you not? That’s a diversion that could take us days, weeks, months, years to unpack—the uncharted waters of non-being. Not such a short short story… What I came here to say this morning is that I’m no ornithologist. I can easily recognise a […]