Autobiography

Bunkers, Dads and Clubs

At last freed in the real world now, but my dad died and I a rebel without a cause. During third year engineering studies my grandfather died also...

Bunkers

Beginning high-school the lowest class he lent me rugby toggs and a jersey from someone for my first rugby game, I was on lock even being the...
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Above, in 10 minutes!

Walk five minutes past the houses, over the road and past the mown hayfield, up the hill, past the view of Titterstone Clee hill northwards of the...
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Juxtaposition

I read an interesting book on Zen the other day. Masters of this religion would probably ridicule my ignorant interpretations, but it seems to me...
Cherry

While My Guitar Teacher Gently Weeps

Words of apology to anyone who has ever tried to teach me to play a musical instrument.
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My Absent-Minded Violinist

He loves me but he leaves me here and there and everywhere. He makes me sing so tunefully but I wish he’d take more care! One day, a train guard...
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Hear the children cryin'

Some mornings I wake from dreams that don’t announce themselves as dreams. They slip into the day like breath into fog. One in particular lingered...
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Collecting Pocket Calculators

I collect old calculating machines for a hobby, anything, like shop counter adding, specialised scientific calculators, financial ones etc. Any old...
Cherry

What do grown-ups mean by a ‘short’ walk?

Kick a ball and climb a tree – [‘If Daddy says it’ll take about twenty, that means it’s probably twice that far – say forty mins. to reach our car.’] …
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Chocolate Box Murder

The psychological games played by food manufacturers and retailers are becoming legendary. Extracting maximum profit within the law appears paramount...
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