Day 23
Last night, of course, I had many ideas for what I was going to write this morning. Now, woken from strange dreams (including one that involved incessantly phoning a football… Continue Reading
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Day 22
This week of being on holiday has been a bit of an eye-opener for me (I could just as easily have written disappointment, but I’m trying to take a positive… Continue Reading
Day 21
Four eagles in a row escape from the horizon, The line of land that defines understanding, Beyond which everything is unknown. They’re tin cans full of souls Fighting gravity and… Continue Reading
Day 20
Yesterday evening, on the phone to my son, O, I reminded him that I was on holiday this week, and then went on to complain that I’d not got anything… Continue Reading
Day 19
Sometimes you hit a wall. I didn’t sleep well last night (for a variety of reasons, none private life related), and getting up this morning has been a bit of… Continue Reading
Day 16
You were wrong, Thomas Stearns, with your parchment voice, Your cracked vowels, your indifferent style of reading, And the hissing of your consonants, broken syllables. January is the month which… Continue Reading
Day 15
Yesterday morning I had a brilliant idea for today’s show on Radio Stradbroke. Play your 12-inch singles out, I thought. Can’t have more than 20 or so of them. That… Continue Reading
Day 14
Today is radio day. And tomorrow. I’ve planned today’s show, sort of, if spending 3 hours looking for brand new music and getting 30 songs together is planning. Well, it… Continue Reading
Day 13
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading
Day 12
second frost you’ve seen winters worse than this when the cold bleached your bones from the inside out, and cats lost their ears asleep against barns and trees, metal fences,… Continue Reading