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Looking forward to his retirement in 2015, Arthur has written poetry since childhood and regularly takes part in poetry workshops and ‘open mike’ evenings. More Posts

And so it comes to this (again) …

Life’s a funny old game, isn’t it? I hesitate to come out of the woods with my hands up in order to confess that I’m a curmudgeonly old sod but the honest truth I’ve never really been one for personal celebrations or indeed “jolly, festive occasions” generally. My parents insisted that [...]

December 26, 2023 // 0 Comments

The terminal decline of customer service

One of the features of modern life that drives me to distraction more than any other is the degree to which the standard of customer service in all sectors of industry and commerce has plummeted since we … er… all “came into the 21st Century at last”. By this means we all acquired our [...]

September 21, 2022 // 0 Comments

A shopping incident

Mid-morning yesterday – after taking a dog to the vet – Christine, my better half, and I stopped off at our local example of a well-know supermarket store so that I could nip in to buy my preferred national newspaper, some pet food and lastly three loaves of a specialist sour dough bread [...]

August 4, 2022 // 0 Comments

Confronting the truth

One the recurring themes in the blog-posts to this organ – and indeed one of life’s ironies – is the sometimes puzzling relationship that human beings have between their own degree of self-awareness and their appreciation of how others may see them. In many respects the gap between [...]

July 14, 2022 // 0 Comments

Tempus keeps fugitting …

Life has a habit of throwing up happy accidents and/or random interventions that either prove to be decidedly fortuitous or indeed quite the opposite. Only the other day the publisher of this organ mentioned in a conversation that its founders’ original mission had only ever been “to do [...]

July 3, 2022 // 0 Comments

And another thing …

Here’s yet another from the proverbial “You Couldn’t Make It Up” folder. Where I now live – for some historical reason I do not yet understand – I have two separate “electricity supply” units. Don’t ask me why. One of them is supplied by Company A and soon after we bought the [...]

June 1, 2022 // 0 Comments

Train travel and shingles

For reasons which need not detain us here, on Sunday afternoon I felt obliged to take a train from the south coast to the outer suburbs of London in readiness for certain commitments that I had in the latter quarter, starting from 0800 hours yesterday. As Molesworth was prone to suggest, “as any [...]

May 24, 2022 // 0 Comments

The complications of modern – and ancient – life

Today I dip my toe gingerly into potentially controversial waters as I express a certain sympathy with the plight of poor Northern Ireland Women’s manager Kenny Shiels. Rusters who follow the sport of football will be all too familiar with the incident which has propelled Mr Shiels on to the [...]

April 14, 2022 // 0 Comments

Communication in the modern era

Earlier this week I read somewhere that these days spoken phone calls are becoming less popular than alternatives such as texting, instant messaging or video calls. Apparently a new survey conducted for Sky Mobile found that 80% of people contacted said they preferred messaging or video calls to [...]

April 1, 2022 // 0 Comments

“Wokery” – the curse of the 21st Century?

I am conscious these days that on this particular subject I am running the risk of beginning to sound like a stuck record – and probably one of the original 78s – but I’m becoming fed up to the back teeth with the modern obsessions over issues such as equality, diversity, transgender [...]

March 26, 2022 // 0 Comments

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