Ideas Caught In the Headlights

A Thank-you note just for my Son, who I thought deserved it 😉   Friday 6th October 2017   Dear Headmaster,   I have returned back into the office after a walk which was filled with thoughts of my Son Calvary who this morning saved my life, very actually and very physically made sure I lived…

Ignorance Is Bliss

Over the last 40 years I’ve sent mental probes into my past to make fly-by missions to my most distant memories to capture enough images to create a definitive picture of what it was like the very first time I met my Grandparents at the age of 2½. The minds’ eye has not added anything…

Uncle Trevor

RMS Titanic was a mail ship, hence the letter ‘M’ in its title but never actually delivered any. Now a sanctuary site at the bottom of the Atlantic it lays undisturbed save for the remote possibility of salvaging the mail bags and finally delivering, if legible, those correspondence to some distant ancestor the postcards, bills…

Love Isn’t Always A Single Red Rose

My new bathroom flooring is that of a Roman mosaic and after giving this some serious studying from the comfort and vantage point of my toilet throne, I’ve finally been able to decipher the pattern: One white tile followed by nine grey, a white, seven grey, two white, five grey… Of course all things mass produced…

Home Stretch

With over 22 miles of the journey completed, I stood at the beach with only 4 miles separating us from my imaginary finish line. I was now walking like a cowboy, nursing blisters under my toes and aches behind both knees. I wasn’t sure if the tide was coming in or going out but the…

“Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The Curtain”

🐸 Frog themed shower curtains are drawn around the hydrogen taps with plumbing way outside our tiny understanding that has drenched this sausage shaped universe with half-filled puddles of geometric building blocks and delusions of slime. To look beyond the matted hair inside the mysterious plughole is an inevitable madness that overwhelms scientists as much…

Sunderland Can No Longer Make Ships

Life’s an illusion and I’ll tell you why. There’s a small wall I’d walk upon as a child. It outlines a shop delivery bay at the back of my town. Now crumbling and perhaps soon to be demolished, I’m almost certain local residents barely know or care about its existence. However, I can tell you…