Master teaser, my father exasperated my young self one year in the early 1950’s by saying, “This year our holiday’s in Stopaton…” It took me a long time to figure out what he meant. I think he too would have been perfectly content with ‘stopping at home’ during Plaguetime. He always had less contact with […]
All good ideas arrive by chance… Max Ernst I wake up these days with the thought running through my brain cells: ‘It’s Plague Time!’ – won’t be going anywhere today except round & round the garden and the forest of my mind. But usually something more esoteric and lastingly binding takes over: today, for example, […]
I’m used to quoting HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU THINK TILL YOU SEE WHAT YOU WRITE? Variously attributed to EMForster and WHAuden. It rings true for many people. It’s probably also worth asking HOW DO I KNOW WHAT I DO WITH MY LIFE TILL I SEE WHAT I WRITE ABOUT IT? It’s useful to […]
One-man Bands and Silver-painted Spooks on Pedestals I’m a sucker for standing & watching street entertainers: particularly one-man bands and silver-painted spooks on pedestals; perhaps they hold up a mirror to myself. I’m also an unrepentant sucker for simple jokes which I hoard for the grandchildren. “Tell us the one about the camel,” they demand—but […]
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