Monthly Archives: June 2014
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Songwriter Gerry Goffin died. A woman I know tweeted, ‘he wrote with the heart and head of a girl’. Didn’t he just. I don’t need to hear this song. The Carole King version. It’s in my head for all time. … Continue reading
Cadbury. Not so sweet.
I have a personal mind-trainer. He reads things like New Scientist. Digests the tough stuff, regurgitates it in easy-to-assimilate chunks. Sometimes he’s on the receiving end of, ‘please – shut up! I can’t cope with any more.’ But even then, … Continue reading
‘To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive’.* Really?
June. Winter in the southern hemisphere. The year 2011. A man walks into the bar – yes I know, I use it too often. But there’s a reason. Besides the fact we’re often in the bar, before you say it. … Continue reading
How my prejudices are suffering a setback, plus, probing some great (an exaggeration) unknowns
It’s discombobulating living here. It’s not just the things I don’t know, it’s the things I didn’t know I don’t know. First, there’s the golf. I don’t like golf on principle. Bunch of men getting together and perpetuating their networks … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 