“If I Waited For Perfection, I Would Never Write a Word”*

I offer belated but brainfelt 70th birthday wishes to the marvellous NHS. It’s an institution of which “we should all be dead proud and without which we would all be dead”!** Did the institution Continue reading ““If I Waited For Perfection, I Would Never Write a Word”*”


I Ate the Golden Chicken First

Like many others yesterday, I was very sad to learn that Tessa Jowell has died from the brain tumour that she was diagnosed with a year ago. She used her prominence as a Lady of the Realm in a tragically short time to campaign successfully for, among other things, funding and greater access for patients to adaptive clinical trials. At the end of her last speech in the House of Lords, she said: “what gives a life meaning is not only how it is lived but how it draws to a close”. By that measure alone, Tessa’s life had bucketloads of meaning.  Continue reading “I Ate the Golden Chicken First”

Sub-Prime Sponge Crisis

(This is not a tale of another baking disaster.*)

I mentioned way, way back many centuries ago** that a friend nicknamed me Rainman as I automatically noticed patterns, absorbed information and remembered almost everything Continue reading “Sub-Prime Sponge Crisis”

Backwards And In High Heels*

As I mentioned in a recent post, my parents have been undertaking a massive clear out. Last week I discovered that my Dad had kept all of my schoolwork (and Graeme’s) from our infant and junior schools (Reception to Year 6 in modern parlance). I came across something from Elm Tree Infants School when I was six. Continue reading “Backwards And In High Heels*”

Have You Seen My Childhood?

MY childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it, too.

O memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,…

[Above are the first two verses of the poem “Memory” by #16.]

Continue reading “Have You Seen My Childhood?”