Since I last mentioned the moment I actually met my Muse, and discovered she had a six-month-old baby, I have not gone back to that period, well not until yesterday when I commented on that eventful year 1973. It is not because there were any bad memories from that event, or even that year. InContinue reading “To woo or not woo – that is the question – only fools rush in”
Category Archives: My life
Deck the halls with boughs of holly – and lots and lots of Christmas lights
Sorry about yesterday but I got a bit behind myself and stuck into the early processes of de-decoration on Twelfth Night. No matter how bad a time it is, and the last two Christmases have not actually been a ball of fun, I find the Yuletide season to be a special time, especially when itContinue reading “Deck the halls with boughs of holly – and lots and lots of Christmas lights”
Red ’til I’m dead and I’ll keep that banner flying all my life
That great creator of quotable quotes, A Non, is once alleged to have said “if you’re not a socialist at 20 you’ve got no heart, if you’re still one at 40 you’ve got no head.” I definitely have a heart (it belongs to my Muse but she lets me have a free rein with itContinue reading “Red ’til I’m dead and I’ll keep that banner flying all my life”
Sweet treat from big brother helped me over a birthday party disaster
When do we become aware and do we remember the moment or is it just another step along life’s highway when we take so many that we cannot recollect them all? There are those who feel they became aware soon after birth (some even believe it happens in the womb) and they can “recall” thingsContinue reading “Sweet treat from big brother helped me over a birthday party disaster”
North South East West – which direction will be the best?
When you reach a point on your travels through life where the track diverges and none of the paths is a direct route to your objective you have to decide which way to go. The moment I discovered my Muse was mother to a six-month-old baby, with the strong possibility that Daddy was still around,Continue reading “North South East West – which direction will be the best?”
Love is . . .
or is it? Maybe we should first ask: What is love? Dolly Parton claims: Love is like a butterfly, as soft and gentle as a sigh. Roy Orbison says: Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds and mars any heart. It takes a lifetime to learn the truth and in the end it appears they wereContinue reading “Love is . . .”
A momentary muse upon a Muse meant soon I would meet my Muse
Once ensconced in my new abode high above Basildon town centre (was this a metaphor for the way I viewed the town, looking down on it and its inhabitants?) my next move was to make friends. In my past where had I found friends? At school – but those days were long gone. At theContinue reading “A momentary muse upon a Muse meant soon I would meet my Muse”
New home in a New Town – and it really is Brutal
I had been working on the Basildon newspaper for six months before I was actually offered a flat by the development corporation. Travelling to and from Burnham-on-Crouch every day did not make it easy to form new friendships outside work. The keys to the flat, on the fifth floor of Brooke House in the middleContinue reading “New home in a New Town – and it really is Brutal”
We’re baby boomers ‘cos our parents went to war
Nowadays they talk about baby booms as occurring nine months after a specific incident – such as a national blackout – but the baby boomer generation refers to those born after the end of the Second World War. In the US they give it a 20-year span with the first boomers born in 1946, basedContinue reading “We’re baby boomers ‘cos our parents went to war”
Poetry Please because poetry always pleases
I have a large collection of books, even some going back to the 1800s. and amid them are many poetry books. Some I inherited from my father, school prizes won by him and by his sister, Dorothy, who died very young. There is Longfellow, Yeats, Elizabeth Barrett Browning – running on to Rossetti, to whichContinue reading “Poetry Please because poetry always pleases”
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