Rooms for improvement
Diary snapshot: Back to school
Rooms for improvement
Explorations, observations, discoveries
Rooms for improvement
It is an exotic place, an eccentric jumble of colour that never fails to reward
Just add caperberries
I wasn't sure she'd say yes, but I asked anyway. That Saturday we took our weapons and headed outta town. Separate cars. All through that freaky pandemic Summer we kept 2m apart, faces covered with bandanas like they said, and enjoyed the great outdoors of our beautiful state. They said it was a recommended recreational … Continue reading Drabble: US gun sales leap by 94%
Trapping one sent a shiver of shameful pleasure through the assembled group
Everything went to pot when...
In August 2013, I arrived at Headway East London after suffering a stroke. This is the first painting I did in the studio and it was the start the start of a journey in which I used art to "deal with" my brain injury, to explore and self-analyse aspects of my newly acquired disability. I … Continue reading Artwork Archive: Psychedelic Brain
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Everything went to pot when the kids stopped playing with yo-yos
Post-lockdown exhibitions have their hazards
Well-read New Man in search of female company
The joy of travel without moving (very much) One of my fridge magnets...
The smell of tomatoes
Brian finally agreed he was in trouble when he started to believe Romeo, as Mark Knopfler reports, really did proposition Juliet with the words, "You and me, Babe, how about it? Further clues arrived. He'd grown obsessed by what Elton John saw in the Tiny Dancer's "pirate smile". And what Billy Joel sang when that … Continue reading Drabble: Three songs, one story
The hugely successful conferencing app is the skiver's best friend...
I checked about 10 times that I'd written it down correctly...
I had a black female friend aged eight, the same as me, and she was the only one in the school
When requests appear on our local online noticeboard...
The story was real enough, a gem, but to tell it would be to lie
It continued in a taut spiral of dark introspection