Reading aloud should not have been allowed.

I started writing this blog over ten years ago. I was encouraged by being in a local writers group, though somewhat intimidated by some of the more skilled members who could write superb stuff straight off in our meetings. The idea of the group is to be given a subject, write for an hour, then read it out. I wrote some awful drivel and eventually gave up, but used to pop in now and again to listen to some of the stars. I then found it more natural to write this blog, at home! I’m still in the group, I … Continue reading Reading aloud should not have been allowed.

Dave Christensen

Graham first met him as a 12 year old. Both keen on football Graham was playing at school in the yard one day when this bespectacled small chap rose gracefully to head the ball towards him. He’d just moved to Cleethorpes from Fleetwood, there’s a clue in the geography here. His father was a Seine net fisherman originally from Denmark who sailed bravely away from the Nazi advance into his own country into the friendly shores of Blighty where we kindly put him behind bars for a while, just to make sure he wasn’t a spy. Eventually working from Fleetwood, … Continue reading Dave Christensen

William Shakesfear

In need of a rebrand? Tread carefully. A small change to a name can make a difference. In the past week I took a trip over to one of my favourite places, Gloucester. In leafy genteel Cheltenham it’s considered by some to be the ‘dark side of the moon’ despite being only 8 miles away. These genteel folk think it’s full of footpads and rogues. The difference between the two places is quite marked, but Gloucester has shedloads more history. Gloucester’s City Centre has some of the worst housing in the area and is high on the ‘deprived’ list whereas … Continue reading William Shakesfear

“Drove like a bar of soap”

I suppose if one is used to driving a Porsche anything else might be a tad ordinaries, as the French would have it. I have a theory about holidays, they are there so that you can tell everyone chez vous , what a dreadful time you have had. Not disastrous but not great all the time which is what they are meant to be. So dreadful might be a little strong. “Eventful” sounds like you spent it going to non stop fairs and knees ups. Let’s give up on its description for a while. I used to be first rate … Continue reading “Drove like a bar of soap”

Speaking to an Egyptian on a Sunday evening.

My phone and internet provider have changed the landline. It’s now not a landline. Old tech is being phased out. Calls on my landline now come via the internet. It’s progress of a sort I commented to the charming Egyptian woman who was helping me sort out what to plug in where. “From now on” she said, “if you lose the internet you will not be able to make a call over the landline”. In effect I said, I no longer have a landline. After a while getting nowhere she then re-programmed my internet router, and now the phone works … Continue reading Speaking to an Egyptian on a Sunday evening.