You can say, ‘Molly, you are 95, your mum is dead, you have dementia, you live in a care home, sit down.’
For passing the time, as winter approaches.
The butterfly beats its wings, and we are all prisoners of time.
(Can you hear the crickets? The Bouzouki?)
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.
Is the recession upon us? What I think about my tortoise, what do they think about me?
We don’t really move or go anywhere.
In space and time, we stand still.
For me, the difference between the two belts and their equivalents in medicine can be described as transactional and transformational care.
We fear crazy men who remain in power for too long, who climb to the top ensuring multiple mutually assured mechanisms of destruction for anyone who might threaten them.
Rod talks numbers, art and the imperfection of his face.
I don’t even want to talk about the masks. We were at a cinema in Bristol this evening to celebrate my birthday. We saw The Harder They Fall. No, it wasn’t the movie that made me realise how far away I am from where I could or should be, nor the paper cups we wereContinue reading “A confrontation with the awareness of my outdateness.”
It’s a comedy,
Although I don’t remember laughing.
We want to be associated with the best – the best team, country, organisation.
Others don’t really care.
Some see the whole of the moon.
All resonating, taking me back and creating an atmosphere.
What brought this into perspective was the 1985 Top of The Pops that we watched afterwards; John Peel had hair; Bon Jovi and the Human League featured.
Where to begin? I went to see this movie yesterday with my son, not quite knowing what to expect other than it had scored 95% on Rotten Tomatoes. I won’t mention the shenanigans at the front desk; It blew me away. Afterwards, my son told me that I say that about every film I watchContinue reading “BlacKkKlansman”