Last Word
The secret of writing a good autobiography is to outlive all of your contemporaries
Following the example of Harry and Meghan I have decided to step back from being a senior royal. I just need the Queen to turn me into one first.
The first six or seven days of a new year, find me all at sixes and sevens: What year is this? What just happened? What happens next? How old am I? Did I just waste twelve whole months? Will I do better this year? Should I stop reading obituaries? What am I going to do
Politicians and journalists always demand to know, and then reject, the cost of measures to conserve the environment. But neither ever ask the cost of war.
It would be good, now and then, to have a visitor from the future drop in, say “Hi, what year is this?”, and, on being told, reply “Oh, well, it will all be ok in the end, you know.” But what if he just frowned, thoughtfully?
This is the way the world ends, with the bang of a million trees exploding, with the whimper of a thousand koalas dying, and unbreathable smoke, and blowing dust, and drying earth, and drying rivers, and a howling wind, and a bloody Sun, and a feeling of utter helplessness.
This is the way the world ends Read More »
We all know that Friday the Thirteenth is just another day, really. But it is good to be reminded, now and then, that our lives are subject to chance, accident, randomness, and that around every corner there may be a banana skin.
Black and blue Friday Read More »
I’ve always been the trendsetter who set a trend of not setting trends
Under the influence Read More »
Whodathought? (Not me). That the same people who damaged the world by flooding it with carbon dioxide, now say they can solve the problem by flooding it with radioactivity?
Destroying the village. Read More »