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Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both
The Grand Local
In hairdressing salons all around town girls coiffed in big rollers sit, patiently, reading magazines, scrolling phones. Waiting for lash extensions, manicures, make-up. Outside, bitter gusts blow rubbish down the street. Men wearing scarves bend into the wind as they walk. Women in … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Aintree, Beauticians, Crosby, Drivers, Grand National, hairdressers, Lancashire, Liverpool, Races, Sefton, spring
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A man walks into a bar. . . Pub conversation, Zambia-style
Football. It’s a universal language – well except in the USA of course. (What’s that? That other game they play with the pointy ball that isn’t rugby? American football. Doh.) Anthro-man walks into a bar. In Zambia. ‘Hello, how are … Continue reading
Eleven footballs* and a five letter word – a thought for the day
It’s dark. Curtains are drawn. If the outdoor light goes on when we lob the footballs over the fence the people inside won’t notice. (I retract that ‘we’. The man of this house will lob them over. Throwing balls was … Continue reading
The tolling of the iron bell*
The faithful have been called to their knees. Odd, isn’t it, kneeling? But if nothing else, it concentrates the mind, ready for hearing softly spoken spells. It’s the fourth Sunday of Advent, our fourth Mass (yes, I’m with the atheist**), … Continue reading
A taste for varnished wood. Thoughts of a ‘resting’ one on going back to Mass
‘I’d like to try Advent and see what it’s like.’ Odd words from a committed agnostic. Even odder when it’s Sunday morning and he’s lying in bed reading the papers. It’s the kind of comment he might come up with … Continue reading
Posted in Religious for a year: Atheist-man's experiment, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Advent, Agnostic, Catholic, Church, Hats, Lancashire, Mantilla, Mass
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Doo doo doo doo doodloo doo doo. . . [Thinking, just thinking, in the rain…]
It’s a dramatic change, day for night. It happens so slowly, but somehow you always miss that critical point where light becomes dark. One minute the sun’s merely coy, hiding behind the dove grey clouds, the next minute – pfffft … Continue reading
Posted in Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged car, Car park, fairy lights, radio 3, Rain, raindrops, thinking, water
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