Beaten into submission, they wait to board the BA flight 175 to New York and so do I. The hum of talk is soft, the lines are long. I will be amongst the last to board. There is something so…
Candidate Victoria and her glorious banner at Brentford Market The local elections are over. I had one of the lowest votes in history in Cranford (though it was three figures…) which I have to admit surprised me a little. Admittedly, as…
Vince Cable has launched into the Social Networks with tooth and claw and in Vincent’s case, the teeth may be a little rotten and the claws somewhat calcified, but the dear man does have a record of speaking the truth…
It took me a while to be Green. I’ve always been shades of pink you see- starting from the basic theory that all men are born equal, and the Blues (in the UK the Blues are the Tories) would never…
There were something like 54 comments to my blog in the last couple of months which I stored and ignored because I am a paranoid blogger who has heard far too many horror stories. There are the obvious selling spams,…
Winnie as I love to remember her: so beautiful, so serene and yet to experience bitterness and hatred And yet – there is a sense of embattlement in her eyes. It’s as if she has been resisting all her life….
The paragraph below suddenly appeared on my Facebook page. Perhaps I typed it: I seem to have unretired. Back to working in a High School. I had forgotten how many laughs per day teaching can provide! Brain engaged! The Teacher…
Help! A strange thing is happening. Poetry is being published again! Some publishers have discovered that there is a real market for poetry. Recently my AD (Adopted Daughter) completed her first book of poetry and decided (with my encouragement) to…
A VICTORY FOR VITTORIO The son of an indentured farm labourer in a tiny town (or overgrown village) called Andrea del’ Morto in the district of Groparello in Toscania , Alberto Silvestri grew up in the knowledge that he…