I don’t have to think about it that hard to do a roundup for the year – I didn’t really have one. With chronic illness it’s hard not to consign whole tranches of time to scrap. Yes, I had my moments, and yes there were some good times and no, I’m not saying my life […]Read More Medication, Moderation, and Meditation – My Life With Invisible Illness
Yesterday I finally weighed in on the Independence debate. What do you mean, last minute? There is a WHOLE DAY to go yet! Anyway, I wrote about it on Facebook, and then on tumblr. Then, for good measure I copied it onto a site I’d not seen before, WriteHere.com which is easy to join and […]Read More Breakfast of Champions – Referendum, Writing, and Travel
Forgive me, readers, it has been some time since my last confession. If you are friended to me on the face book you will know that I have been moving house and beetling up and down to Brighton, to boot. And that I have had horrible deprivations on the broadband front. I’m still tethering, here, […]Read More Eye Eye!
…was the first Philip K Dick book I ever read. Kenny McBeth lent it to me. I was somewhere between 14 and 16 years old, and had never read science fiction before. This seems as good a time as any to break it to you that I am neither going to give you a round […]Read More Now Wait for Last Year
“Since we live on an island, and have the sea about us, we cannot want an excellent cold bath” Do not fear, I have not been out bathing. I have been in bathing, inasmuch as I have bathed, in a bath, but there are those that do, in the sea. All year. No matter the weather. […]Read More In Brightlingstone
Can you guess what I did yet? After a solid week of walking the alleyways, closes and vennels of the old town of Palermo I decided to head over to the Botanical Gardens. Partly to make Ken jealous, but mainly because I knew I needed to pass some time before flying and I always like […]Read More Alone and Existential in Palermo – What to do?
In ‘my life as a Hanna Barbera cartoon, the dog known as Ms Roberta “Poppet” Bobs stole my sausages the other day while I was answering the door. Other dogs have a good line in looking guilty even if it’s just that they are skilled actors, but Pops just looked at the plate in my […]Read More Il cane innocente, Il giovane Montalbano, e mi sento male
Here we are at Have A Word… L to R Peter Daniels, who read an epic porny poem of yesteryear and yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, Ellis Collins, the promoter and envisioneer of HAW, Grégoire Aubert, who MEMORISED and delivered Judy Garland’s diary tapes, ME, and Alice Purnell, who had everyone in […]Read More Pattern Recognition at Have A Word (full text)
So here we go to Have A Word. The event organizer, Ellis, was kind enough to describe me as a “Comedian” on the poster. And the flyer. And probably on the radio show he was on today… so lets hope that people don’t remember that before I take the stage, because NO PRESSURE to be […]Read More Six Sleeps til Have A Word