Category: writing

oh, to be barry’s tailor
to help him to be
fashions nailer

Slowly the layers of duty, civility and polity are removed as necessity and desperation take hold until all that is left is basic humanity and the straightforward choice between good and evil, between doing the right thing by your fellow men and not doing so.

The rhythm of life is indeed powerful and it is has taken something of a kicking over the past 6 months, enough to make anyone’s toes tingle.

The list of books I will never write is getting ever longer. Up there with “I Never Went to The Hacienda” is “The Pathetic Guide to Parenting” my handbook on how to bring up children.

We are having to adjust to a new abnormal.

It seems incredible that the concept of social distancing had never been heard of until a few days ago and now it is literally everywhere.

We are hearing a lot about social distancing at the moment. Like most countries in the world we are in the grip of the virus known as COVID-19. The latest variant of the Coronavirus strain somehow passed from animal to human and is spreading, relentlessly, across the globe.

He must have been troubledHe is not nowHe passed his trouble onHe gave it all awayHe gave some to the young lad on the platformHe gave some to the driver He gave some to the emergency services He gave some to the station masterHe gave some to meHe should really have shared his trouble out… Continue reading A Trouble Shared

Kempy, on the other hand, down in Bellmarsh, was indulging in a much less hands-on observance of the containment of some of Britains most notorious and violent offenders. And Tommy Robinson.