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Sunday, 26 August 2018

Off to a concert in Fowey...

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Fowey – Tuesday, August 21 at 18.30 local time. I’ve arrived in Fowey for a chamber music concert at a St Fimbarrus church (the town churc...
Thursday, 16 August 2018

OK, I’ll come right out of the closet: I am a pro-semite and have been for many years. There, I’ve said it, now condemn me. As for anti-semites, there are plenty around, but I don’t think Corbyn is one, he’s just a chap who doesn’t seem to have grown up much (and there are plenty around just like him)

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Looking at the list of countries in which live those who have visited this blog recently live, the chances are that some reading this haven’...
Sunday, 12 August 2018

My dilemma: how to you patch things up with a stepmother when you really don’t give a fuck whether or not things are patched up? It would only be for her sake.

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Although this blog is the descendant of a diary I once kept for about 15 years, it differs in at least one respect in that I have so far avo...
Thursday, 26 July 2018

As luck would have it . . .

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Given that this blog had its origins in a diary I kept for many years in the pre-digital days when the world was still in B&W, it would ...
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Sunday, 15 July 2018

Bit by bit by bloody small bit this hopeless guitar player is becoming just a little less hopeless. Onwards and upwards (or whatever cliche you prefer, you know what I mean. Never stop trying, something it has taken me a little longer to learn than others)

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NB Included in this post are some tunes which your browser should be able to play, though sometimes certain browser/OS combinations cannot. ...
Saturday, 30 June 2018

Was he or was he not? Who knows? Who cares? Well, not me particularly, but it is interesting. Then there’s the matter on which I shall say nothing, nothing at all...

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In a previous entry , I promised to conclude a - rather long-winded - account about why I think it more likely that my father, who I had so ...
Monday, 11 June 2018

So THAT’S what displacement activity is! Well! I must ring all my friends and tell them, though I can’t do it quite yet as I really, really must get on with sorting out that hairbrush. And then there’s the bloody bog roll roller – sticking again. So I might not manage to ring around to later today or maybe tomorrow

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Well, it’s been ten weeks since my new life started and I’m slowly getting used to it, although it hasn’t quite gone to plan. But that is no...
Thursday, 31 May 2018

Weddings, spies, dads who might or might not have been spies, lunch with aunts, dancing in the moonlight (although there wasn’t any in fact on the night) - it’s all too, too much. (Part One - The Teaser)

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Back from a very pleasant few days at my sister’s in the far North-West of Germany (as in ‘pretty far North’ but ‘very far West’ - you could...
Sunday, 13 May 2018

Simply file under 'Will this do?' If you think that's a tad cryptic, read on to find out what the bloody hell I am on about

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It’s odd: I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but each time I started it, the little I had written struck me as so ineffably b...