Of Holy Farts and Sperm Whales. I’m not a particularly religious person. Certainly not a regular church-goer, but […]
Author: Nick Rowswell
Was It Ever Like That? Ex-pat reflections on the Christmas that never was gleaned from collective memy The […]
A few ghosts of Christmas past – for mum and dad who always laid themselves out for a […]
Christmas used to be a true destination. A gaudy, magic, tinsel town. A place of glistening, snow-covered, candy […]
So, when I was a kid, there was one pièce of sound advice drilled into me by mum […]
Seasonal tradition – the pre-festive flu Body aching like I’ve been thrown several times against a wall. […]
Coming out the night. Rolilng past early-rising liquid gold sun scapes. Rolling across rising morning mist scape. […]
Back on the road for work next week … A long way from home. A lost, single soul […]
« I had a teenage dream, On moonage days, I’d be a freak out far out, In a purple haze, Cruising […]
Numb and naked in the kitchen You’re there popping your pills, Mourning ritual habitual Stem the overkills You […]
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