There is a Light That Never Goes Out

How are you meant to know when the alarm on your electric alarm clock has stopped working? Given the continued digital display from my one’s digital display, I had no reason to doubt that it’s alarm would not sound next morning and much like bonsai trees and wardrobes, had not even considered that it may…

5:30am, Ali Smith & Brexit

Every Tuesday at 5:30am I point my bleary eyes ahead and start the drive to the office in Surrey, about an hour and a half away. I know people face far longer commutes than this and have to make them every day every working day. I am not moaning or anything, but having tainted my…

Orchestral Manoeuvres Out of the Dark

Back in 2017 I went to an Orchestral Manoeuvres In the Dark gig at the geometrically designed Hexagon theatre in the nearby town of Reading. To me, OMD have always been a bit like Battenburg cake:  pretty good, I’m always happy to have a bit, but can’t say I’d really miss it if it wasn’t there….

Because I’m Worth It … what’s in your shampoo?

It had been an average shower, not one on my best maybe, but at least I hadn’t slipped on the soap or forgotten to bring a towel into the bathroom with me. Clean of body, I savoured a final 30 seconds or so of hot cascading water manning-up for the chilled dash to the bedroom….

Is Writing the Wrights Right?

Hello All You may have been spared my dappy short stories of late, but that does not mean I have not been frittering away valuable time on unworthy pursuits. Quite the reverse, in fact. In a previous post entitled Me, Giant Feet, a Plastic Pooh and the Messerschmitt I explained how I’d recently returned to one…

Dib Dib Dob – Cub Crimes of the 1970s

The official Cubs green shirt was hairy and annoyed my skin while the elasticated sock suspenders, complete with green flashes, cut off my circulation and left elastic-shaped indents even in my stick-like legs still visible long after I’d got home from Cubs. Worst of all, Cubs night at St Andrews Hall for the 9th Cheam…

Me, Giant Feet, a Plastic Pooh and the Messerschmitt

A regular school holiday treat for me and my cousins in the 70’s was a trip to the Science Museum in South Kensington. It was about half way between our houses either side of London and was a great playground that enabled my mum and her sister to sit in the coffee shop in the…

A Banksy…In Newbury??

I’m sorry, but I cannot condone graffiti or any other form of ‘guerrilla’ art – I’m from Surrey after all, and we just don’t approve of that sort of anarchic art thing let alone consider applying it in an unregulated manner myself. I drew a smiley face on the margin of a Daily Express once…