Monthly Archives: August 2011

243 – The Like

My wife and I have a problem. No, it’s not a problem in the bedroom. Look, will you stop insisting it is–and stop making that ‘raising the roof’ gesture with your hands while you’re at it. This isn’t bloody Jeremy … Continue reading

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242 – The Signal

Post 242! We’re two-thirds of the way through the year and accordingly, two-thirds of the way through the OneADay challenge. Hasn’t it been something? I think it’s been something, though I’m not sure ‘something’ is a positive thing to be. … Continue reading

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241 – The Musician

I used to make music. “Oh yeah? I used to do a lot of things.” I did. I ensnared my wife to be with a song I’d produced, wrapping her vocals around rhythms and melodies and presenting it to her … Continue reading

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240 – The Second Path

Hi everyone, I’m back from London. Did you miss me? Of course you didn’t. London done and dusted (at least for the moment; like a monster it lurks in the mud, biding its time) I’ve been wondering what to say … Continue reading

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239 – The Old Smoke – . . . And Back Again

If London runs on tracks and cogs then there are other machineries–wheels within wheels, tracks on top of tracks–that appear from time to time, confusing innocent bystanders. I’d prided myself on working out where to go and how to get … Continue reading

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238 – The Medical

Bentinck Mansions, Flat 4. It wouldn’t quite be accurate to say the steps to the premises were unassuming–in a terrace of similar buildings it’s the only residence with a shallow, yet sweeping set of steps leading up to it, an … Continue reading

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237 – The Londoner

As with many people who haven’t travelled much in their adult lives my mental map of Britain is drawn in regional stereotypes. Scousers are lively self-proclaimed funsters; Brummies are dour and whinging; Yorkshire folk are loud and big-hearted; and so … Continue reading

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