Thirty seconds.


We’ve all taken some injuries working our way through life because that’s unavoidable, and we all bear the scars from them, but injuries heal or at least scab over. The black dried blood drops off them and all you’ve got left are those white patches of skin which’ll never disappear. Each one has its own … Continue reading

A garden.


The Earth is rotating out of night and I’m a little speck on the surface of it. It’s still dark, very early in the morning and I’m listening to Dario Marinelli’s Stars and Butterflies. On the rare occasions I wake up in the night, I don’t tend to go back to sleep. I roll out of bed as quietly … Continue reading

Not the one.


An extremely clever and expensively educated woman, who knew all about human psychology, once told me who I was and where I came from and how I fitted in. She told me exactly, precisely and to her mind, cruelly, who I was and what I was, and where I would end up. She drew her … Continue reading

Practical objects of beauty.


More than a few years back, one of my sons came back from a trip to Philadelphia, armed with the modest presents a teenager sent on his way with a limited amount of spending money could afford to buy for all of the family. He’s the hard and yet easy to read one we’ve always kept a … Continue reading

Parenthood.


If there’s one thing I’ve often been accused of in the blogosphere, it’s being an optimist. In the real world, I think people regard me as being a bit cagey, careful, perhaps slightly too calculating at times. Where it concerns family, I’m always on the lookout for something like a maniac with an axe running amok, and … Continue reading

Wallawoora.


Once upon a time, in a universe far far away, someone asked me where I came from. I was on a blog based in Australia and having a laugh joking with other commenters there. Off the cuff, off the top of my head and probably off my tits, I said Wallawoora and began to embroider on that mythical place, to what … Continue reading

Warriors.


It’s a funeral and it’s a hard day. We’re all blacked up and milling around. I spot him and see him, and know enough to get there quick. He’s basic, mad and sad and I can see him smouldering, towering in his frustrated rage. I want to keep him safe. Unusually for him, he’s already well tanked … Continue reading

A visit to Cardiff.


It’s the middle of the evening, thousands of people are milling around the wide pedestrian main street just outside the stadium. We’re in Cardiff and we’re all riding high on the euphoria of having watched Ireland beat France in the rugby world cup pool stage and in one of the great stadiums of the world. Right … Continue reading

The Perils of Suzy.


A cat started appearing at the back door of my childhood home on a regular basis and my sisters began leaving out scraps of food for it. That was the thin edge of the wedge. Pretty soon in the manner of all cats, it had wormed its way into our affections and had the run of … Continue reading

A meditation.


I come from an old and possibly obsolete people, a culture that lived in quiet isolation for thousands of years well away from a bigger humanity that got on with developing grand civilisations without our input. It wasn’t a bad arrangement. We did our own thing in relative peace before outsiders finally decided we were worth … Continue reading

Political aberration.


We’ve recently had what’s termed in Britain a General Election. It’s the equivalent of a Presidential or National election in other countries as it decides which party will form a government and run the country for the next five years. It resulted in a disaster for all but one of the main parties, with the … Continue reading

For a Tyger, who still burns bright.


When I was a young child, I went on one of those school day trips to a zoo. From the foul weather, I’d guess it’d be towards the end of the year, November or December perhaps, when I suppose the school could get a decent volume discount because the place would be deserted otherwise. The … Continue reading

A Berlin story : Elfi’s birthday.


More than most, I’ve worked far away in different countries from my family. I could do it well but I never found it easy. It was always hard. Foreign lands, foreign people I suppose, ultimately foreign words in foreign languages and all that it comes down to is you, a stranger lost in a strange land, to echo … Continue reading

Remembering NoIdea.


Today is the first anniversary of our friend’s passing. He had many admirable qualities, not least of which was his stoic fortitude in the face of adversity. It took me a couple of years to realise it, but the reason he’d be up so late at night in a chatroom with me wasn’t because he … Continue reading

For a friend on the occasion of their birthday.


  Telemachus.   Seasons come and go, dutifully wiping their feet as they enter and leave the year. It looks like change but it’s not, it’s just the rhythms of your life, A life that’s learnt how to watch, how to catch, And appreciate life happening around them.   You look at it with that certain eye, … Continue reading

Make me an angel that flies.


This post is going out to honour some people who’re long dead. I’m talking about the Australians and New Zealanders (ANZACs), and their struggling ashore in the second year of World War I at a place called Gallipoli. The 25th will be the one hundredth anniversary of that event. It’s observed every year on ANZAC … Continue reading

That stuff, is it beautiful?


Some articles you owe, they’re a debt you have the need to repay and this is one of them. April, as TS Eliot wrote, is the cruellest month and I’d agree, if only because it contains the anniversary of my father’s death. This April, I will finally settle that debt and walk away. One way or another, I will … Continue reading

For a friend.


Any real paradigm change in our understanding of how the universe actually tickety tocks along always starts with one person having an interesting and unusually controversial idea, which is always fought against tooth and nail by reactionaries who are heavily invested in whatever worldview is the currently accepted orthodoxy. There’s nothing wrong with that and … Continue reading

About a girl.


You married one of my older brothers – the one Lady Luck always had her eye on – and fitted right in. A lot of people might have problems joining such a large family but like any accomplished individual, you’d enough class to muck in while remaining your own person. My parents, especially my father, established one … Continue reading

A family of sorts.


They call them flats in England, everyone else in the English-speaking world calls them apartments. I’d bounced out of one place on the planet Zharg and straight back into the world and a totally different spot on it called London, north London to be precise, and ended up in a succession of all-bloke shared flats. Same-sex … Continue reading