Way back in the Stone Age, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and I could get away with claiming to be young, I saved up my pocket money and bought an album called "Slade Alive".
I don't remember anything about it now, except that it was red and I played it a lot. I also played “Electric Warrior”, T Rex, and my friend Mark had us all round to listen to “Master of Reality”, Black Sabbath, when it first came out. Then I grew up. I think.
But walking through M&S earlier today, picking up a reduced ham-and-pickle sandwich just as Noddy Holder launched into “So here it is, Merry Christmas” on the store’s soundtrack, I wondered for a moment whether I really am a 56-year-old father of four living in Falmouth...
...or am I still lying on a sofa, somewhere in the early seventies, watching the music weave itself into the pattern of the wallpaper?
What happens here
This site is no longer updated weekly because I've taken to writing at Medium dot com instead. I may come back, but for now, I'm enjoying the simplicity at Medium.
No data is kept on this site overnight. Medium posts might sometimes turn up here, and posts from here might sometimes turn up on Medium.
Mind you, if you get a sense of deja vu when reading my work, that may be because you've lived this life before.
Where are we now? We're hurtling round the sun, held to the ground by a weak force that we don’t begin to understand, arguing about trade deals between the land masses on a planet mostly covered by water.
The dolphins must think us ridiculous. No wonder they only come to the shallow water to play with us, not to signal their most complex philosophies. More.
Riddle. It takes two to make me, but when I'm made, I'm only a memory. What am I? Scroll down to find out.
Is that a catastrophe I see before me? Could be. There was a clear sky earlier, but now clouds are encroaching from the North. We could be in for a storm. More.
You found me!
Welcome. Thank you for coming. But am I the right
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Read My Shorts?
Here is yet another page of old blog posts and other writings. Sorry, but I need my metaphorical sock drawer for metaphorical socks. The link to the page is right at the end of the paragraph here.
Roads without end
Here is a passage from a review of the book The Road to Somewhere by David Goodhart. I haven't read the book (yet), but the collected reviews would make a worthwhile set of political arguments in their own right. More.
State of the Union
Several commentators today saying that they've lost confidence in the US. Making their point by talking up the glories of the past. After two weeks of this administration, they're not going back.
Were they wrong, and they've seen the light? Or has the US changed? I guess the latter is the intended meaning. But we should at least acknowledge the possibility... More.