I don’t know what aquatic life is in Manvers, hopefully I won’t catch elvers, velvet or whatever the disease.
Monthly Archives: July 2022
Nao and Zen, Time Beings and a regret for the inevitable
The butterfly beats its wings, and we are all prisoners of time.
The heat, boiling frogs and rampaging Cossacks
And yet, it is very hot.
Well, not as hot as in Yorkshire.
And the irony?
Popularity, dopamine levels and hours in the day
I started writing around six years ago as I was convinced, I was going to die from a heart attack.
Sun, sea and outdated cultural references
(Can you hear the crickets? The Bouzouki?)
Deceased albatrosses, dog companions and other thoughts and travels.
Michael was a true rambler, born in Russia he migrated to Glasgow then fought in Egypt and Palestine in the First World War then back to Glasgow and then off to Australia via Ceylon.
Too many books, or perhaps it was the pants.
I didn’t take my pants to the charity shop.
Free-association, mind-wandering, existential worries, and Yoda’s gender
Is the recession upon us? What I think about my tortoise, what do they think about me?