How hilarious, the asinine snob.
There comes a time in your life when, if you are lucky enough to have a son, you recognize he has become a man. And of course to you, a very special one.
While the modern shopping experience ranks low on my list of existential anxieties, it nonetheless merits mention as one of life’s annoyances.
If we 21st Century pagans were to write our own book of “Good News” what would it contain?
Success in seeking the Absolute may simply be a matter of altering our minds chemically.
Teamwork my arse. Hell is definitely other people.
Much is made these days of the concept of “mindfulness”. It is the cure-all of the new age. Depressed? Mindfulness … More
What exquisite bitter-sweetness, an English autumn in the countryside.
Such words are prone to make me lift my laptop and smash it to the ground.
The back of beyond is where I want to be. And I am back, at the back of beyond. I have come in a full circle.
It is time to “feel” the universe for myself. To cease to see it through the words of others and to experience it directly.
Is it a detrimental term or may it have hidden meanings and use?
Commercial blogging is so utterly grubby and most practitioners of the art are second hand car salesmen, whatever they pretend they are selling or “doing”.
I am so grateful for the BBC who explain that LGBT+ is now passé.
I am always amused by the sheer vastness of the Blagging and Bluffing community on the internet offering advice on subjects in which they themselves possess no expertise whatsoever.