It should have been annoying I suppose. You order a book, Freedom by Jonathan Franzen, the latest candidate, or so everyone tells you, for the title Next Great American Novel, it arrives with Amazon’s usual efficiency, almost before you click…
So Hastings Pier has been burned by vandals it seems and another symbol of the grand days of the English seaside holiday goes up in flames. Hastings, in Sussex, has in recent decades tumbled down the social scale from respectable…
I was standing at a bus stop in pouring rain on Saturday afternoon at the spot seen in the photograph above but on a much gloomier day. Temporarily car-less, I timed my bus journey at a time when England has…
After a miserably wet weekend here in Lewes, England, the sun is almost shining and, so far, there has been no rain. After the demise of my gladioli under the weight of water, see yesterday’s blog, at least that weirdly…
They were meant to be an injection of striking colour in high summer but my gladioli here in my garden in lewes in the UK, were as slow as the seasonal weather this year and they didn’t bloom until it…
I was sitting on the top deck of an English double-decker bus in a seat at the front – always the best place to be unless there is a crash. This was last night somewhere in rural England in torrential…
I know, it’s a disgrace isn’t it! That beer bottle on my desk. I don’t care though. I bashed my head in the downstairs cupboard last weekend and, because I am still recovering from my brain haemorrhage (God, he isn’t…
It was my birthday last weekend and someone gave me a strange present. she must have known me well because, I know some of you will think a coffee grinder? but not an electric one? I was delighted though because…
I heard that a really cool guy had been visiting Manchester, England, England, yesterday so I switched on my television to see him. It wasn’t rapper LL Cool, even though he is considerably cooler than his number one critic Sarah…
I have been looking over some of my older poems recently and this one caught my eye. It is an early attempt at writing a Shakespearean sonnet. No immodest comparisons here I promise, more an attempt as using a traditional…