Relative Poverty | Reflecting on Childhood Experiences

I am, I accept, very privileged. I live in a well furnished and accessorised home that I can afford to keep warm in winter. I earn more than enough...

50 Years Ago Today

July 31, 1967 It' was already hot at 6 a.m. when I woke up. This would be the last time, I thought, that I would be sharing a bed with my sister,...
Gold cherry
Story of the week

A perfect day

It was the winter of 1999. My best friend Richard was working for the Royal Forestry Commission up in Yorkshire. For a time, on a Friday night I...


Jerusalem has been coming to mind a lot lately. I have been aware of the city all of my life, as is the case with most of us. But Jerusalem as a...

A Life Well Lived

My tour of the English Language Teaching Centre in Damascus was interrupted by an old lady who seemed to know everyone. ‘This’ said Peter Clark, the...

My Tacoma Bridge Moment

We ‘upgraded’ to the suburbs when I was 7 years old. The school I left behind was an austere Victorian building with separate entrances for boys and...

Joe's Roses

Just one of the many things I miss now that both my mum and dad are dead, especially as an only child, is having no one to check my personal history...

¿Dónde Las Palmas?

Written several years ago. Eventually I grew to like the place. Image courtesy Wiki commons

Waiting For The Flash

I wasn't sure if a photo could express Ekphrastic poetry, but decided to have a go and see if it worked. Childhood is such a mystery to me,...

The Cricklewood Times, Sunday 25th June 2017

NB: for Jack, no, Tarquin doesn't exist and I don't have these kind of connections. Image is author's own.