Summary but certainly not summery, though quite springlike towards the end of the month. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the latter fourteen days of February.
Summary but certainly not summery. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the first fourteen days of February.
Originally intended for last week’s Inspiration Point (To keep or not to keep, or something), this piece missed the cut off point because heavy snow and power cuts kept me from completing it.
I can feel it too Jane and it's drained every last drop of enthusiasm that I ever had for anything. The power-crazed lunatics (particularly the dayglow paedophile protector and his unruly mob) are coming very close to destroying everything we...
We are constantly being brainwashed by the media. It seems that a huge chunk of the population of the so-called 'developed world' agree with the governments that support Netanyahoo but they do so simply out of...
A couple of times in our garden, after a summer evening rainshower, I've seen small frogs that have swallowed fireflies. I only know this because I've seen the dull flashing from inside their throats.
Twenty years before I tasted parmesan cheese for the first time, I heard a posh friend of our family talking about being in an Italian restaurant in London and having ‘parmies and cheese’ on her spaghetti. I’d only ever seen spaghetti from a...
What an awful experience. What you’ve been through sounds like the sort of ordeal that would make a person ill even if they weren’t in the first place. I always get the impression that the people who work in NHS hospitals are...
From the days when I worked in Barking (a place that strangely has nothing to do with dogs) with an office full of Essex meatheads, I vaguely remember Mitzi being the name of a page three model. I hope your mum’s dog kept its top on.
You’ve done the complete opposite. The detail with which you’ve described your town tells me it’s packed with places that I’d spend much of my time in if I lived there.
Verse Nine (for Jenny)
Posted on Sat, 27 Dec 2025
A poet plagued by Yuletide snot
Amidst great mounds of Kleenex grot
Observed proceedings from her cot
As soldiers danced with swords in kilts
To send some cheer to Swindon, Wilts
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Gimme Shelter
Posted on Wed, 14 Jan 2026
I can feel it too Jane and it's drained every last drop of enthusiasm that I ever had for anything. The power-crazed lunatics (particularly the dayglow paedophile protector and his unruly mob) are coming very close to destroying everything we...
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Israel
Posted on Wed, 02 Jul 2025
I agree with you entirely Ed.
We are constantly being brainwashed by the media. It seems that a huge chunk of the population of the so-called 'developed world' agree with the governments that support Netanyahoo but they do so simply out of...
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Fireflies and frogs
Posted on Sat, 21 Sep 2024
A couple of times in our garden, after a summer evening rainshower, I've seen small frogs that have swallowed fireflies. I only know this because I've seen the dull flashing from inside their throats.
This is a lovely poem Jenny. I really...
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Bernard Manning
Posted on Tue, 09 Jul 2024
The former existence of Bernard Manning pours doubt on the possibility that there has ever been a supreme being that's made us in their image.
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Kind words, Di. Thank you.
Posted on Fri, 21 Jul 2023
Kind words, Di. Thank you.
If it helps you keep the giggling under control I'll read something about my involvement with the bubonic plague on 12 August.
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Italian cuisine
Posted on Thu, 12 Mar 2026
Twenty years before I tasted parmesan cheese for the first time, I heard a posh friend of our family talking about being in an Italian restaurant in London and having ‘parmies and cheese’ on her spaghetti. I’d only ever seen spaghetti from a...
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Beans
Posted on Fri, 06 Mar 2026
Oh Jenny.
What an awful experience. What you’ve been through sounds like the sort of ordeal that would make a person ill even if they weren’t in the first place. I always get the impression that the people who work in NHS hospitals are...
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Vive la Différence
Posted on Sat, 28 Feb 2026
From the days when I worked in Barking (a place that strangely has nothing to do with dogs) with an office full of Essex meatheads, I vaguely remember Mitzi being the name of a page three model. I hope your mum’s dog kept its top on.
There...
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Belshazzar's or Bust
Posted on Wed, 25 Feb 2026
But lest I paint too bleak a picture...
You’ve done the complete opposite. The detail with which you’ve described your town tells me it’s packed with places that I’d spend much of my time in if I lived there.
When Mary...
Read full commentPosted in 5. Secondhand Prose
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