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Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both
Seagulls’ wings, the Snow Queen and a musical time machine
High wind. The seagulls riding it like rodeo stars, their wings ‘like parentheses drawn in the sky’. I’m hearing a song in my head. ‘Listen to the oh-shun, echoes of a million seashells …’ I’m back, for an instant, in … Continue reading
Considering coruscating modus operandi
No, it doesn’t make sense. Let me explain … A couple of weeks ago, I was watching a television programme about the assassination of President Kennedy. A clip of original footage from 1963 showed an interviewer, in Britain, stopping passers-by, … Continue reading
What price downmarket pizza?
In a (downmarket) supermarket the other day I overheard a comment which shamed me. It shamed me because I have the luxury of being a person of extremes when it comes to shopping for food. Now and again, anyway. Most … Continue reading
Sacrifice
Tonight could be emotional. I grab a handful of tissues, stuff them in my bag. Braving twenty-seven sets of traffic lights, we drive into Liverpool. Stow our car in the warm space beneath the circular cathedral. Choose seats on one … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Death and Transfiguration, Faure Requiem, Liverpool Catholic Cathedral, peace, Peace memorial, poppy, Remembrance Sunday, Royal Liverpool Philharmonic orchestra, Salvation Army, Southport, War
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A rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but …
… roses don’t indulge in matrimony, to the best of my knowledge. They do have individual names, so you know what to expect by way of leaf and blossom and flowering habit. Some are silly, some are serious and some … Continue reading
Posted in Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Bruce Springsteen, Cat Stevens, changing names, family names, Hendrix, marriage, Mary, Mary had a little lamb, Mrs, roses, surnames
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The anaconda, or the hat?
The anaconda swallowed an elephant. It was, admittedly, a very brown anaconda. Brown like the brown-paper-packages that Julie Andrews liked tied-up-with-string. I love the concept: a little boy draws a picture of an anaconda that’s swallowed an elephant – but … Continue reading