100 Years On

Ever stared so long at some writing that the words seem to lift from the very surface of the page? For me it was the word ‘Belmont’ at the centre of the dental chairs overhead lamp. I was trying to breathe through my right nostril while my throat filled with blood. The dentist, placing his…

The Eye Of The Beholder

If I started writing my autobiography and died suddenly mid-way through, it would all have been a wasted effort on my part – and I could certainly think of better distractions to have occupied my final waking moments than detailing my office years in chronological order. Actually I’d have spent most chapters describing the sweet…