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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

Ooops …

You know how – no matter how impeccable our DNA, upbringings or social manners – sometimes we find ourselves saying something appallingly inappropriate, insensitive or crass … and then afterwards either genuinely ‘find ourselves in hot water’, or get mocked and teased about it by others, [...]

July 1, 2017 // 0 Comments

Modern life

Although occasions when your author ejects a mouthful’s worth of his breakfast cereal across the room first thing in the morning are thankfully as rare as hen’s teeth, I have to record that one such occurred yesterday shortly after my butler had brought me my copy of The Times newspaper. [...]

June 23, 2017 // 0 Comments

The Road to Damascus

Old people – and I am one – who needs them, huh? Before the pedants among you get out your New Testaments and quote the story about the desirability of taking the beam out of your own eye before taking the mote of someone else’s [at first I wasn’t going to look the reference up, but then I [...]

June 22, 2017 // 0 Comments

A whole new world of possibilities

Overnight, as I was nodding off at about 8.45pm whilst listening to a Radio Five Live football discussion about how well Newcastle would  – or might likely wouldn’t – do next season in the Premier League … or possibly as I was waking up again at about 11.45pm, a bit earlier than [...]

May 20, 2017 // 0 Comments

An expedition into town

Yesterday I went on my first trip to central London in about five months for a lunch. Courtesy of my old age pensioners’ free whatever-it’s-called travel card I travelled by rail to Waterloo and thence by the Northern Line to Tottenham Court Road, scene of one of my former working haunts. The [...]

May 10, 2017 // 0 Comments

An Easter Sunday clear-out

Approaching the end of a quiet Easter weekend at home, for want of anything better to do, yesterday I decided on a whim to see just how much of my wardrobe I could consign to the rubbish tip. I had better explain two aspects to this project. Firstly, I am the kind of guy who pays but passing [...]

April 17, 2017 // 0 Comments

Much ado about nothing (possibly)

The recent furore attending upon Sunderland football manager David Moyes’ inappropriate end-of-interview remark to female BBC sports reporter Vicki Sparks has not only highlighted several issues but launched a thousand newspaper columns and caused innumerable rent-a-mouths to bestride the [...]

April 6, 2017 // 0 Comments

Goodbye, cruel world!

Give me strength! The vagaries of modern technology get occasional mentions on this organ but I’m seemingly under near-constant attack at the moment. Within the pages of the glossy supplements and technology magazine programmes we learn about the coming joys of artificial intelligence – robot [...]

March 28, 2017 // 0 Comments

Why can’t I be left alone to be ancient and normal?

Every time the subject of sex is raised I know before I begin airing my opinions that I’m going to cop flak for coming across like an old fuddy-duddy. I’m therefore torn between resignedly just bowing to the inevitable, trying to deflect the incoming by admitting the charges before the [...]

February 21, 2017 // 0 Comments

Press and responsibility

I don’t know where we are on the second part of the Leveson Inquiry – is it going ahead or not? My impression was that – after all the shenanigans, hoo-haa, ridicule and celebrity interventions that had attached themselves to the first part – even Lord Justice Leveson had [...]

February 14, 2017 // 0 Comments

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