'Did I chop off the cat's tail? I don't know because I don't know anything. I just woke up and I know nothing, not even who I am'
Drunken duck staggers home from Pond Club
Approximately 3 billion ducks are slaughtered each year for meat worldwide.
Got the T-shirt: Covid Tiers
Political rant: Labour’s golden moment
There is much discussion about whether to support or reject the new tier system
Backyard holidays: Portugal
Portugal isn't exactly just round the corner, but the notes I made when on holiday there in 2017 are in a drawer in my bedroom...
Flashback: This week last year
My Diary for this week last year tells me that I was…
Backyard holidays: World tour in stamps
I don't think this dusty miniature volume was Willie's philatelic pride and joy
Backyard holidays: Whitecross Street, London EC1
This was once the workplace of women known as prostitutes
Flashback: In this week last year
I accidentally sat on my reading glasses. So it became the holiday "of sticky tape and epoxy glue"
It’s what I do: teacher assistance
I help pupils write sparkling prose and cracking headlines
SoCS 19.9.20: Tion Wayne
The challenge is to use words ending in TION in a stream of consciousness. If it hadn't been for SoCS, the British rapper Tion Wayne would have passed me by. As it is, my attention has been piqued and henceforth I shall roam the land up and down, back and forth, this way and that, … Continue reading SoCS 19.9.20: Tion Wayne
News Wall: The plan is… there’s no plan
News in pictures
Backyard Holidays: Festival Gardens, St Paul’s, London
The original street plan shaped the gardens you see today
Backyard Holidays: Hoxton Street, London N1
It is an exotic place, an eccentric jumble of colour that never fails to reward
Backyard holidays: Coober Pedy, South Australia
The joy of travel without moving (very much) One of my fridge magnets...
Snapshot: The Pond, Winnall Moors, Winchester
The spectacle that greets you will live in the memory for a lifetime
Flashback: The socialite and the spy writer’s mother
Her husband ran off with Mrs Eve Fleming, mother of the James Bond author Ian Fleming
Rant: Second spike will puncture presumptions
Sympathy of poorly performing politicians is running out
What kind of love did they share? What made them strong?
Creative Community Challenge, 15.7.20
'The painting showed a tall brown tree trunk in a jungle of green'