Tag Archives: reflections

Gathering Political Unease


I love Blogging, always have, and hopefully will continue to do so, and I talk about a lot of stuff, mostly personally based, and make up stories because that is my pleasure, but very recently as events have unfolded in … Continue reading

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Discovering Talent and The Artistic Dream


Very early on in my muddled career, I worked in what is called “The A & R Department” of a record company: that is the department which received all the tapes from would-be recording stars. There was at least a … Continue reading

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A Weekend With The Powerful


At University you could get a bit of street- cred by striking attitudes, or looking mystical and muttering quasi-profundities such as “Yellow is the heart of Green” and then looking deep into the other persons eye as if a number … Continue reading

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A Moving Testament


A sense of destiny, of course, is sprinkled liberally amongst the young, but I, middle aged and drifting towards obscurity, know that character will out, and make its disappointments and possible justifications known to those who drift beyond the innocence of … Continue reading

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Gliding Round the Truth to Paradise.


I was talking to Jeff the other evening, the one who’s been best man at two or three of my weddings: we keep arguing about the exact number. The object or subject of conversation, and I don’t know which one … Continue reading

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A Surprising Meal And A Moment of Terror


Ingnatius Fruitfly, a fearless vampire of many years standing had undergone a collapse of confidence after a botched visit to the dentist closed off the feeding tube in his upper right fang, rendering simple nourishment a thing of a past, and exposing him to … Continue reading

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Three Years Abloggin


Its been three years since I started Blogging, and I’ve churned out around 290 posts which means an average of, something like quite a lot of posts a month, but not too many hopefully, but enough to keep some of … Continue reading

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The Intimacy of Strangers


As I sit at my desk, or in the café, or find myself walking down the street, I look on others, just like me, who make a largely solitary pilgrimage through life, filled with thoughts and dreams . Who knows what it … Continue reading

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Inner Chick and the Fight Against Domestic Violence


I have mentioned this lady before, the one who actually survived meeting me under the clock at Waterloo Station in London, and chatting with me while her amazingly patient husband watched the sight of two bloggers realising the other one … Continue reading

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Reflections in a Prison Cell


His life had been built on manners more or less, and some abilities, diffidently expressed, and a detailed crafted sense of what was right. He had a love of music, overriding in its intensity, because he knew that music never lies: … Continue reading

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