Heaven save me from celebrities who seem quite sane and rational when young but who in old age become religious and move hard right politically and seem to be mulling over joining the Flat Earth Society
Losing their marbles Read More »
Impossible to decide which season would be best to die in: Summer with its heat and blue skies; Autumn with hints of frost and snow; Winter with the warmth of hearth and home: Spring with flowers and promise of flowers. But whichever I choose I would be desolate not to see the following one.
Seasons in the Sun Read More »
How many stupid and ignorant people does it take to destroy a planet? I guess we’ll find out pretty soon.
What is it with Americans putting their hand on their heart at solemn occasions like the funeral of an ex-president? They do know, I suppose, that the heart is just a lump of muscle that circulates blood? I mean, we have known for five hundred years that the heart has nothing to do with emotions,
Hand on head instead? Read More »
I don’t mind sparrows though I guess I should. They didn’t ask to come to this alien continent, and they are trying to make the best of it.
When I was young I was too embarrassed to invite friends home, thinking they would see the old furniture, the worn carpet, the odd books, the unappealing prints, the washing on the old clothes line, the unwashed dishes in the coldwater sink. It was only later in life that I came to realise everyone was
Once upon a time to be a politician was to be the essence of the polis, the people, of being a human being. In these times it seems to be a politician is to be ahuman, distant from the polis, removed from humanity, removed so far indeed as to be inhuman.
How sad it is when we discover that a writer, an artist, an actor, a musician, whom we have admired and enjoyed, believes in an imaginary friend.
Summer is coming like a giant steamroller, belching smoke and flame, sounding like a hurricane wind as it flattens all in its path
