I sniffed. Then I dropped it in the bag with the others and knotted the top. It was all too much for my little shredder, and I wasn't going risk any...
A couple more pints, a wee dram and a bit of a tab later, Denise locked us all out for the night. Sherlock stood in the lee of the door and fashioned...
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This is an enthralling read
Posted on Thu, 19 Feb 2026
This is an enthralling read which, sadly, I've had to whizz through - but will come back to when I have more time later. First-person has always been my preferred mode, but I'm experimenting with more third-person narratives. Each has their...
So did we! We never actually booked anywhere - just took pot luck. And we were always lucky. I remember even in the early '80s, we went down to Devon for a holiday one year and managed to get a caravan on a farm site near Totnes with no trouble,...
I was living near Totnes in the '70s. I started work there when I was 15 - at Hill's Devon Cider, near Ashburton. Maybe you sampled our wares on one of those evenings. ...
I wrote a book about those final few months I spent with mum - 'Gift' on here. I've never been remotely superstitious or religious. But I have come to believe in things like parallel universes and serendipity. I...
When my mum was learning computing, I encouraged her to write down her childhood memories. She did it for a while, but then got disillusioned. 'They don't go anywhere. They're just memories.' Bless her, she thought she had to give them a plot to...
This is an enthralling read
Posted on Thu, 19 Feb 2026
This is an enthralling read which, sadly, I've had to whizz through - but will come back to when I have more time later. First-person has always been my preferred mode, but I'm experimenting with more third-person narratives. Each has their...
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'She’s the last page torn
Posted on Wed, 18 Feb 2026
'She’s the last page torn from a book
That followed a journey the length of time
But she doesn’t know she’s there'
Wonderful images - and so evocative.
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'Canine Pup Resuscitation'
Posted on Tue, 17 Feb 2026
'Canine Pup Resuscitation'
Great story. Well-deserved gilded fruit!
Read full commentPosted in Auntie Nessie
So did we! We never actually
Posted on Thu, 12 Feb 2026
So did we! We never actually booked anywhere - just took pot luck. And we were always lucky. I remember even in the early '80s, we went down to Devon for a holiday one year and managed to get a caravan on a farm site near Totnes with no trouble,...
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Yes... I can hear it now. And
Posted on Fri, 13 Feb 2026
Yes... I can hear it now. And I'm always making those jumps. Spotify killed the HMV Shop (though they're coming back!)
Read full commentPosted in Einstein a Go-Go
I was living near Totnes in
Posted on Thu, 05 Feb 2026
I was living near Totnes in the '70s. I started work there when I was 15 - at Hill's Devon Cider, near Ashburton. Maybe you sampled our wares on one of those evenings. ...
Read full commentPosted in Long ago Thoughts
A period I remember well.
Posted on Thu, 05 Feb 2026
A period I remember well. First job, first wages, first taste of a different sort of music.
'the demise of the Lib-Lab pact and the Thatcher challenge' Oh yes. Can we ever forget?
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Ah, youth. Where does it go?
Posted on Thu, 05 Feb 2026
Ah, youth. Where does it go?
I'm still a hippy now, in my own way
...
Read full commentPosted in Long ago Thoughts
Another wonderful story!
Posted on Sat, 06 Oct 2018
Another wonderful story!
I wrote a book about those final few months I spent with mum - 'Gift' on here. I've never been remotely superstitious or religious. But I have come to believe in things like parallel universes and serendipity. I...
Read full commentPosted in How writing (and a cat called Daisy) may have saved my life...
When my mum was learning
Posted on Sun, 01 Feb 2026
When my mum was learning computing, I encouraged her to write down her childhood memories. She did it for a while, but then got disillusioned. 'They don't go anywhere. They're just memories.' Bless her, she thought she had to give them a plot to...
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