Day 2 The weather outside may be frightful but in the house it is more delightful. Not really that frightful, I must admit, more a bit dull, damp and cold, but definitely more delightful inside. This morning I was reading a tweet Michael Rosen sent out last night. Last year he was one of theContinue reading “Let’s start again”
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So this is 2021
I woke feeling quite bright and cheerful this morning – after all it was not just a new day, it was also a New Year. This was 2021 – goodbye 2020. I wished my darling wife Marion and my dear son David “Blwyddyn Newydd Dda” (Happy New Year to those who don’t speak Welsh) andContinue reading “So this is 2021”
I’ll be back
December has not been the best of months but I intend to return to action in the New Year (tomorrow). It has been a difficult time for us all and many have found it harder because they have been separated from family and loved ones who would normally be there to offer support. Our sonContinue reading “I’ll be back”
Razor sharp and lasts generations
There have been many shortages during the Covid 19 chaos, some you might expect but others very curious. We all know toilet rolls became scarce – after all if you’re going to be stuck at home for months you want to be sure you can keep your nether regions clean. Bread flour, in fact allContinue reading “Razor sharp and lasts generations”
Think twice before you crack a joke
Nowadays you have to be sensitive to others when telling jokes or making lighthearted conversation. Especially in the light of social media. I grew up enjoying the Goons; radio shows such as Round the Horne and The Navy Lark; and Hancock’s Half Hour; Harry Worth, and Michael Bentine’s Potty Time on television. It is noContinue reading “Think twice before you crack a joke”
Skulduggery at the crossroads
When I wrote about my great grandfather’s notebooks and said they cleared up the mystery of the family ghost story I didn’t mention that it possibly cleared up another family legend as well. The three things I had been brought up with were: a) my grandfather was almost born on the banks of the RiverContinue reading “Skulduggery at the crossroads”
A soldier’s farewell to his old mother
As long as there have been stories there have been storytellers. Even if the story is just about hunting a bear. Back in prehistory somebody had to tell the tribe about the bravery of the hunters who faced the fury of a giant animal who could rip you open with a slash of its claws.Continue reading “A soldier’s farewell to his old mother”
No need to dot the i’s or cross the t’s
My one failing as I prepared to become a journalist was getting to grips with Pitman’s shorthand. Out of our class of less than 20 on my Kelsterton College course myself and four of the girls could not grasp the Pitman system. I don’t know if it was a means of letting us down lightlyContinue reading “No need to dot the i’s or cross the t’s”
Back to class — to learn journalism?
By the time I had been a journalist for almost three years I was sent back to the classroom — at least it was at a college and not going back to school. The National Council for the Training of Journalists (it does what it says on the tin) had initially decreed trainee journalists shouldContinue reading “Back to class — to learn journalism?”
Raise the curtain light the lights
After my early initiation into the world of greasepaint and spotlights it is no surprise that I fell in love with the theatre. Being a member of the Little Theatre in Rhyl certainly helped feed my passion. I enjoyed being backstage, or up in the lighting box, or just as a member of the audience,Continue reading “Raise the curtain light the lights”
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