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The cycle of memory

I’ve been out on my bike quite a bit lately; yes, because of lockdown, but mostly because the weather has been so good. I’ve certainly cycled more this April than I did last year. I rediscovered the joy of listening to music on my rides, because it had been mostly my habit in recent times […]

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It turned my whole world around – and I kinda like it

I’ve been thinking about the Dixie Chicks a bit lately, anticipating their first new music since 2006, and that line from one of the songs on their last album has been chiming with me during this shutdown. The Dixies had been through a torrid time, following comments made about the Iraq war and George Bush, […]

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8 Short posts about lockdown

I sat for several minutes looking at the blank space at the end of the title. I don’t know what to call this. It’s not really a lockdown. My wife just went out for a bike ride. I went for a walk in the wind yesterday. Some of my colleagues have been to work. But […]

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My fourteen days of mild discomfort

Today, Saturday, I woke up for the first time in 15 days without a sore throat, a feeling that there was some obstruction down there, making it difficult to swallow. I felt rough on the first weekend, and ran through an NHS questionnaire thing. One of the questions was, Are you drooling? And what if […]

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The Last Day by Andrew Hunter Murray

Headline: decent thriller + botched science fiction premise = cursed novel. I know AHM these days by dint of his presenting the Private Eye podcast, Page 94, though he’ll also be familiar to listeners of There’s No Such Thing as a Fish, the podcast of the QI elving community. Personally I’ve always really hated the […]

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In which the tax office in Luton gains a reluctant clerical assistant who looks a bit German

The sojourn in Kent ended come September, and I drifted North by turns. Spent a couple or three weeks staying with my other sister, just off the Old Kent Road. Can’t remember if I signed on at that time, but it wasn’t long before I was staying, briefly, at sister #3’s house, in Watford, house […]

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Independence Bay

The argument that precipitated my leaving home was as pathetic and meaningless as anything else that happened in those days. My mother came screaming through the house with a broomstick, saying she was going to kill me, over nothing (really, it was nothing), and my sister said, ‘You can’t stay here.’ That was Boxing Day. […]

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Pen palpitations

I was forced into my first correspondence with a pen pal. My mother had a cousin in New Zealand, and this cousin had a daughter who was about my age. I think that makes her a second cousin, but I have never understood that stuff. I think my first, peevish, letter might have included the […]

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Mono

The crisis was a slow train coming, which was also the title of Bob Dylan’s first gospel album, released in 1979. I’d sat in the Big Freezer at Bejam discussing said album with Martin Stiby, who – more open-minded than I – had bought and enjoyed the album. I’d (much) later buy it too, and […]

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Dancing fool

If my 17-year-old self thought he was playing a complex game of 3-dimensional chess when it came to girls, the reality was more like wearing a blindfold to play table skittles with a shortened string. I really coudn’t have done worse; would have, in fact, done better by doing nothing. As requested by Freeloading Georgia, […]