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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

Why does it always happen to me?

Aspects of modern life that drive you nuts – part 36. Yesterday I was endeavouring to order a set of four 2017 pocket diaries from a well-known supplier for members of my family. Hitherto the annual process has worked like this: towards the end of August the current diary in question has a note [...]

September 3, 2016 // 0 Comments

Bedroom success

One of my father’s party-pieces was to declare to anyone who would listen – as often as not, female attendees at family functions or drinks – that “All I know is, I haven’t had my fair share …” (by which he was referring to sex). I well remember the occasion when he deployed it at a [...]

August 18, 2016 // 0 Comments

Karamba!

I may be well into my seventh decade but I have rights and feelings just like any other human being. When you think about the Earth’s insignificance in the vastness of the entire universe and the apparent randomness of the chances of life ever evolving at all, let alone to where it has now, there [...]

August 11, 2016 // 0 Comments

Call me old-fashioned …

It is a fact of this life that, as one gets older, the frequency of being teased (or ribbed) by others – whether family or friends – about one’s characteristics, habits, traits or attitudes tends to increase. I suspect that in part it’s all done in affection – and indeed that, as [...]

July 11, 2016 // 0 Comments

Here we go again

As anyone of a certain seniority will testify, modern life is constantly evolving – sometimes for the better, sometime not so – and wrestling with it all is part of the human condition. At my stage of life I’m always on red alert to avoid being pigeon-holed as a dog-in-the-manger-style moaner [...]

July 6, 2016 // 0 Comments

Feeling good about giving stuff up

Thinking back now, I think it was about January 2009 – not long after my fifty-seventh birthday – that I stopped worrying about modern technology. Or as the young of today might more accurately put it, finally gave up, let go, and stopped trying to keep up with it. The vehicle involved in [...]

July 3, 2016 // 0 Comments

Back to the future

Yesterday was a long one, involving as it did setting off from the south coast at 7.30am to take my aged father to a lunch in central London and then back again. Never mind the driving or the meal, it was the double dose of rush-hour (morning and afternoon) that was the biggest ordeal. Upon [...]

June 21, 2016 // 0 Comments

Hold on a minute, ladies!

Here’s another blast on the trumpet against ‘the monstruous [sic] regiment of women’ [origin, out of copyright by now, John Knox 1558]. At the risk of outing myself as am antediluvian male misogynist stuck in the 1950s, I couldn’t help noticing overnight two examples in the media that [...]

June 18, 2016 // 0 Comments

Seven days from now, seventy two years ago

Yesterday I went for a pub lunch with my ancient father and George, a pal he’d known since prep school – I’m justified in using the adjective ‘ancient’ because both are nonagenarians. George, who is a D-Day veteran and had a ‘good’ WW2, told a fuller version of his hilarious tale of [...]

June 8, 2016 // 0 Comments

Frustration

Somebody is soon going to have to do something about the traffic conditions in modern Britain. Having not so long ago failed to reach a funeral in Fulham because on the day the roads of south-west London were in the grip of in a ten square mile gridlock for unknown reasons, I’ve recently had the [...]

May 19, 2016 // 0 Comments

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