Apologies to all who have read this story before. I need to republish it occasionally to remind myself where I am now and where I came from. ‘I tried to stand, but fell back in the chair deflated, puzzled and detached…’My stroke story…
This month's diary includes... Daniel Craig doing a witty take on Poirot, the countdown to Christmas, a holiday in Tenerife. And, er, UK voters have their say...
To create a body of work, we used the word "global" as our theme, and that took me back to my school days studying geology
Every name tells a story...
‘I’d just reached a benchmark age, a moment never to be repeated. Double figures’
Will the virus dictate how our immediate world is modelled in the future?
It was meant to be suggestive of the geological diagrams we'd sketch in our school exercise books
Her husband ran off with Mrs Eve Fleming, mother of the James Bond author Ian Fleming
The three women have fallen into a sort of driving rugby maul
It was the smell… the mothball stench of the clergy that got to him
There is so much not to like about it, and yet...
There he was, trying to look like he gave a toss about Casear
'His head seemed to be growing taller and taller'
'He is originally from Australia and anally incontinent in front of a camera'
A group of giraffes is called a Tower
'Trump hysterically defines anyone he doesn't agree with as a raving commie'
'They found a foot in autistic societies and now they're in charge'
Blogging University: Bad Attendance
‘I wonder if Nick Cave has changed his mind about an interventionist God’
Blogging University: Day 4