Category Archives: Life

Under The Tree Of Life


I’ve read the words of men, or listened to their thoughts expressed as music. The men who walked where knowledge grows. Who’ve passed beneath the tree of wisdom and had it’s shadow grant them peace: briefly it might be. Look in their eyes and  you will find an … Continue reading

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It’s That Time Of Year Again!


Can I wish my readers a really lovely Christmas. I hope everything goes well, you are surrounded by those who love you and, if you are doing the cooking, a road drill is not required to gain access to the … Continue reading

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A Sinking Reputation


My uncle, Sir Simon Gutterage lived his whole life seeking that phrase or comment which might  guarantee his immortality. Despite a title, gained by an ancestor for turning a blind eye to the rampant affairs of a long dead and … Continue reading

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Dancing With Immortality


Dancing was my refuge, my go-to place. Prompted by the harmonies and rhythms, and sometimes stirred by the lyrics,  I could escape to a world full of magic and expression. On Friday nights I would walk down to the Student Union and onto the … Continue reading

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Were He An Accomplished Man ?


She was a woman of significant achievement, pursuing a successful career in the legal profession who enjoyed everything a person could wish for apart from empathy and a trusted companion, while he was a man of little perceptible professional or … Continue reading

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An Unfortunate Discovery


I sat in the car with my wife and travelled up to the cemetery where I’d been buried not long before. She didn’t know I was there, of course, I was now the silent passenger, the observer, the helpless carer … Continue reading

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The Solitary Road


It was in the way he drank: time was not in short supply for this gentleman who sipped at his glass and studied the wall ahead for things to contemplate: a solitary figure in a near-empty bar, an afternoon drinker, … Continue reading

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