Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

‘She’s leaving home…’

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading

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The Duke and I, on being human

Corporate grit. That’s how I think of the myriad little things that used to irritate me when I worked in corporate world. One of those bits of grit was the term, ‘human resources’.  And in that I had an unlikely … Continue reading

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In the midst of life

Saturday 17 December 1983. The Science Museum basement, London Not many people – to my knowledge – had seen that basement. Apart from staff. But there wasn’t time for a good look around. There had been a bomb threat and … Continue reading

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