I’ve decided to start writing again. Here’s a little story. Hope you can make sense of it. Once […]
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Early Saturday Evening In a red brick North London street Endless drab grey rooftops, Tall clay chimney pots. […]
Chosen Holiday Reading this year – the Collected Essays of George Orwell – (Penguin Classics ISBN 978-0-14-118306-0) – […]
Today I have time. Time to think; time to dream; time to do nothing, time to kill time […]
Pressed for time recently, I have had no time for that activity I always try to make time […]
More unchecked and misspelt ramblings – this time, the subjects is fathers’ day and nasal excavation. Digital Discourse […]
The festive frolics over: the magic of Christmas melted away faster than a snowball in a microwave oven. […]
Summertime and the living is easy, (as Janis Joplin so beautifully sang). However, there is nothing easy with […]
Chez Nick 