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Spring in my step as our little family goes back to my root

As I left for work the morning after Marion and I had made the decision that I would give up the cinema life and return to the one job that I had always been proud of – that of a journalist – I felt a new spring in my step. The previous day I couldContinue reading “Spring in my step as our little family goes back to my root”

Airly Beacon

by Charles Kingsley Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;Oh, the pleasant sight to seeShires and towns from Airly BeaconWhile my love climbed up to me!Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;Oh, the happy hours we layDeep in fern on Airly Beacon,Courting through the summer’s day!Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;Oh, the weary haunt for me,All alone on Airly Beacon;With his baby onContinue reading “Airly Beacon”

The Bagel

by David Ignatow I stopped to pick up the bagelrolling away in the wind,annoyed with myselffor having dropped itas if it were a portent.Faster and faster it rolled,with me running after itbent low, gritting my teeth,and I found myself doubled overand rolling down the streethead over heels, one complete somersaultafter another like a bageland strangelyContinue reading “The Bagel”

Happy workers are good workers, as long as you’re not a soft touch

I was much happier when my induction course in Birmingham was ended and I could get back to proper work at the three-screen Odeon cinema in Romford, where I had recently become an assistant career manager. It is not that I have anything against Birmingham. In fact when we lived in Redditch we went toContinue reading “Happy workers are good workers, as long as you’re not a soft touch”

Fern Hill

by Dylan Thomas 1914-1953 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the appleContinue reading “Fern Hill”

All roads don’t lead to Rome – most of them end up at the seaside

Do you have a special place you love which is not real? I don’t mean like Billy Liar with his imaginary country of Ambrosia where he is the benevolent, but brave, leader, guiding both his country’s development and armed forces. I mean the sort of place Peter Pan would call a “happy place” where youContinue reading “All roads don’t lead to Rome – most of them end up at the seaside”