(Post Trump Stress Disorder) A Facebook History of History Posts from my Facebook friends – and some of mine, too. This is a picture of the end of a horrifying night….. I wish I had the technical skill to show…
Map courtesy of the Guardian 7/10/16 ELECTION DAY Musing on Election mourning (beware – it’s pun time!) Don’t predict anything! The blokie on the Today programme has just said.HC has a 4% lead in the polls. Well, pre-Brexit polls misled…
WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN IDIOT? Like so many of my fellow idiots, I have been held like a rabbit in headlights by the incredible (literally) buildup to the US election. Why “idiots”? Well, most British simply shrug and say,…
I need to unlock myself. I need the writing to flow again as it did two weeks ago. I am beginning to understand “writer’s block”. Before, not writing was just due to inertia. Laziness. Busyness. An absence of any reason…
Barquing up the Right Tree When I was eight, I painted a moonlit scene using watercolours and gouache. A ship, becalmed. The moon lying huge on the horizon, its reflection linking ship and moon like the silvered undulating road between…
Hello dear colleagues and ex colleagues. Instead of my hysterical satirical blog, here is the sad and lonely History of the Failure of the Workload Challenge and my participation in it. Read how Nicky Morgan and I were like THAT;…
Warning: this episode is written as a sex blog. If you are likely to be offended, please read on. This work of so-called fiction includes a satirical portrait of the writer, so if you have been offended by previous episodes…
Note: for people who may be of a classical turn of mind, this chapter is written as Baroque Opera. The set: think Pirates of the Caribbean; think Johnny Depp…a large and sea-stained galleon, hawsers securing this hulk awkwardly to a…
Appled! They produce hardware and software to a design template which is the envy of techworld. Other tech companies emulate as best they can, often outperform but no Apple lover notices. So addicted to that logo, metallic loveliness that concatenation with eye…
REFLECTIONS My Retirement Picnic was on Sunday…so many faces from near and past, all in the smoke and mirrors of memory. Surrounded by beautiful people, I felt very blessed to have known them and to have played some part in their…