Day 168
It’s early evening. I have just come off my weekly Zoom with Colonel L, as I shall now call him, to distinguish him from other Ls. It’s 34C in my… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It’s early evening. I have just come off my weekly Zoom with Colonel L, as I shall now call him, to distinguish him from other Ls. It’s 34C in my… Continue Reading
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
When the Tories won the UK general election in 2010 and formed a coalition government with the Liberal Democrats, we warned that democracy would come under threat. When Cameron and… Continue Reading
I’m starting this before I go on air in 25 minutes, but I won’t have it finished by then. I’ve been at my desk since 06:50, and have already achieved… Continue Reading
Off to London later. It will be my first in-person board meeting for 26 months to the date. It’s difficult to understand where those 26 months have gone, because it… Continue Reading
I’ve started this any number of times. In my head. On the screen. Nothing feels right, and the weight of the words has been all wrong. It’s taken me 30… Continue Reading
It feels like I’m running late this morning. But I’m not. I was at my desk at 06:50 putting together more documents and uploading them for the annual audit in… Continue Reading
Imagine my surprise and delight when, last night at just before half past nine, I saw an email come in from my local Conservative MP, Chloe Smith, finally responding to… Continue Reading
THE RITES OF SPRING Counting spiders instead of bombs In unknown cellars distracts Children from death, like toys Distract from nightmares. What If eyes don’t close until bombs Outnumber the… Continue Reading
M agreed yesterday to give me a Number 1 haircut (that’s very short, by the way). I had started to feel the weight of my long (for me) hair for… Continue Reading