Category: Journal

Daily, or almost daily, musings.


A night at the opera?

Ticket collected and suitably refreshed I excitedly made my way to the screening of Bohemian Rhapsody.  Since first watching the trailer I had been looking forward to this evening. Shown in the impact theatre perhaps enhanced the sound a little but I felt not to any  great a degree that I would pay more.  Although…


Yes, I was forced into it I’m afraid, and it has been my life long addiction and passion and desire.  Oh to be able to alliterate like Dylan Thomas, ” the slow black, sloe black fishing boat bobbing sea”  to liberate words and sounds like Elliot, ” McCavity, McCavity there’s no-one like McCavity, or even just to write nonsense with delicious sounds and repetition perhaps even you can feel my pain as I awake from dreams screaming, ” I do not like them in a box, I do not like them with a fox, I do not like them Sam I am, I do not like green eggs and ham!”

British afternoon tea….

Today being one of those wonderful, late September sunny days, warm enough to sit outside and soak up the tranquillity of the country, I decided that my afternoon perambulation required the inclusion of a cup of tea and a little something.

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