There can be few callings which I hold is such low esteem as that of the “Influencer”.
A visit to the Bronze Age Boat gallery today brought home very forcibly the sheer terror I would have felt … More
One of the advantages of living in Middle Earth is observing the locals at work and play.
If you think it’s all about sex, dragons and slaughter you might just be wrong. It’s also about apocalypse and that I find rather fascinating.
Why do the cretinous like numbered lists? And why do they annoy me so much?
The Good Aunt
What I ought to have bought was a mobility cart and a year’s pass to the Bingo Hall. What I … More
No, it didn’t quite work out like that, it never does. However Arcadian the setting, we humans will wreck it … More
Well not mine actually – its just that I liked the headline. The Guardian’s article Me and My Vulva gave … More
I am deeply disturbed to discover what a search on the word “consciousness” produces when you sift through Wordpress websites.
While there are indeed vast swathes of Kardashians, footballers wives and people who live in Chigwell you should avoid like the plague on the internet, I would argue that the technology has immeasurably enriched our lives rather than debased it.
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.