Does not fade when the militant shadows smother the August sun But deepens with the oranges and crimsons of the September sunset. Does not wilt with the rose petals in the cutting winds of October But flourishes in the chocolate and golden browns of the leaves.
I mean, You know.
We all suffer from conversational leakage. It is almost impossible to stop, like a dripping tap or besetting incontinence. We try in vain to cut off the flow or absorb it before anyone sees it. But we are all doing it, and if my casual observations are anything to go by, we are doing it…
The Television Trap
Television, We’re all in your power. We sit and we watch and consume every hour. Turn up the colour to arouse our emotion, Turn up the sound to enchain our devotion.
Take me to your Leader
Much has been written about leadership and what makes a good leader. There are various populist-media examples, portrayed in films, exalted in the press, and then vilified for failing up to to the photo-fit image they probably never signed up to. It sells papers, video-games and movies. There is the testosterone filled muscle man leader.…
Dogs on Trains
Have you ever shared the quiet coach on the train with a dog? I did last Friday. I don’t really “do” dogs, so I have no idea what species or breed it was. It was quite large and yellow-ish with floppy ears. Does that help? It was – to be fair, and unlike most dogs…
Writes of passages
“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe” I woke up on New Year’s Eve and decided to announce to a bunch of about 30 friends that I intended to “get published in 2012”. So, without a hint of irony, I wrote…
Tick Tick Tick Tick
We are in that strange limbo never-never land between Christmas and New Year. The present-buying and opening is done, the food mainly consumed and we have 6 days to fill before the New Year. Life seems to switch to slow motion. Many working people take up the irresistible Christmas promotional offer of 3 days leave…
Unwrapping
Waking at dawn, with hushed excitement, and sleepy eyes, ready to realise our dreams and our hopes, we lined up our presents and absorbed the coloured ribbons and paper.
The Kitchen
After dawn we descend down in our dressing gowns comatose, into the kitchen, shuffling in sleepy sub-consciousness and slippers. Plundering the pantry for pops or porridge, we commandeer the kettle to concoct consumable caffeine A ritual routine in readiness for our raw reality.
Boxed
For my childhood, in celebration of my existence I received from my parents an empty box.
Unwrapping The World 