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Oh dear. I can’t be bothered
You’d never think it was winter. Windy, yes, but not exactly freezing. And so many golfers out today. Wearing black. Littering the landscape like crows on a field. And here, inside our tree-house, our weekend-golfer-viewing gallery, it’s cosy, warm and … Continue reading
Posted in Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged golfers, Guardian, Liam, litter, rant, Stephen Collins cartoon, winter
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A bicycle, a gate and a lawnmower. Scratching beneath the surface of suburbia
I’m out on my bike. A gorgeous day – cold and crisp as a shiny new apple, fresh from the fridge. Wearing my helmet, of course, so can’t exactly feel the wind in my hair, but never mind. ‘Urrreugh.’ I … Continue reading
Posted in Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged accident, bear, Bike, fence, gate, hedge, lawn mower, NSA, privacy, sea, suburbs, tea
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Five have fun in Africa. A lost work by Enid Blyton?
‘Africa 2013. Countdown to the Rains.’ ‘Africa’? Just, ‘Africa’? OK, so it’s a common form of shorthand. But not one you find in Europe. I mean, imagine it, ‘Europe 2013: snow’s on its way. Join us as the ski season … Continue reading
Above us, only sky?
I’m sitting at my desk. Tears are close to the surface. I’m having trouble identifying keys that aren’t in the direct glow of the screen. I keep pressing ‘insert’ instead of ‘delete’ and my words start vanishing as I type, … Continue reading
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Tagged Charity, donations, moon, Philippines, stars, typhoon
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In paradisum
It’s the long hot summer of 1976. June. Finals are over, at last. I wave a temporary farewell to my friend Ros. She’s looking forward to the autumn, a postgraduate course in Cambridge. To holidaying in France with her brother. … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, DPchallenge, Faure, heaven, Music, Oxford, Preston, Requiem, rosemary
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When I grow up
‘Fashion designers have those,’ says the little girl, looking up at me as I tromp down the stairs. She’s standing beside the mannequin I bought in a local dress shop’s closing-down sale. ‘I’d like to be a fashion designer when … Continue reading
Taboo? (I’m talking about Jesus)
Do you cringe when someone mentions Jesus in polite conversation? I’ll admit it – I do. Not because I want to, or choose to, but because – well – I don’t really know. It’s an unconscious reaction. I’ve never been … Continue reading