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The eye of the beholder. An experiment (do try this at home)
A bottle cap from a beer bottle. A clear plastic tray from an over-packaged quartet of peaches. A silver coin. The box is gradually filling with objets – not d’art, just objets. A disposable cigarette lighter, its liquid fuel visible … Continue reading
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Tagged Archaeology, chips, crisps, food shortages, global warming, meaning, perception, petroleum, plastics, precious resources, value
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‘Come on goyly, eat the pizza’ (taxi driver to District Attorney Anne Osborne in ‘The Big Easy’)
1996. I’m a director of a large, highly profitable, engineering-based organisation. A couple of years back, before I scaled the dizzy heights, when I was just a manager, I was naïve enough to cut my budget without a fuss. By … Continue reading
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Tagged appearance, business, director, flirting, girl, lady, Machiavellian, management, pizza, sexism, weight, woman, women in the boardroom
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A little dancing cowboy
It’s time I did some writing. Picked up my sleuthing Catholic priest – so to speak – where I left off. I need to do a bit of research. Don the hat of character. Pull on the coat of atmosphere. … Continue reading
Windows in the rain
Clickety-click clickety-click clickety-click. A six-carriage train, like a long yellow caterpillar, glides through the distant gorse, appears briefly, then disappears into the trees. We’re sitting on top of a big dune here, hence the stands of golden gorse and pine … Continue reading
Never mind minorities, what about the half?
It’s a routine introduction from the announcer, except for the words: ‘… all-male final …’ I’m about to watch University Challenge. It’s the final final. There’s been a blizzard of quarters and semis – felt like the fractions had mutated … Continue reading
Boils amid the urban acne. (Blame Liam for this one*)
You may not have seen them, the boils. It began – or feels like it did – with a mild rash of urban acne. The march of the bookies down our high streets and low streets. Gambling dens, breeding like rabbits. One … Continue reading
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Tagged banking, bedroom tax, betting, cash for clothes, foodbanks, gambling, Green party, Labour, Lib Dems, NHS, Poundland, Tories
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