Okay, bored with all that. It's one of those fresh, grey mornings, windy but foggy, on which a fallen cloud is blowing along the landscape and the sea. The leaves are moving, and a little while ago, the sky emptied a minute's rain onto the skylight. Yesterday's cruise ship gave us shuttle buses around town with their signs in German, the language spoken along Arwenack Street, and this morning, as I look out of the window, one of the grey Navy ships, the smallest, is being towed out of its berth by one of the little red tugs. I remember laughter coming out of Espressini Dulce yesterday afternoon, as I walked by, and this morning, serendipitously, I turned on the radio to be reminded that Jane Austen never bothered herself with the Napoleonic wars. It's a grey Tuesday morning in Falmouth, and a cloud has come to visit.
What happens here
This site is updated weekly, usually on a Friday although I might change that (again). I write it because (1) I like writing it and (2) I like having a deadline. More often than not, it works out as a commentary on the week just passed*.
There are no ads, no pop-ups and no tricky business with cookies. I don't take money for my own opinions. I write this for myself, without a set agenda, on any subject that catches my attention. If you're interested enough, it's not hard to work out my interests. *Although I seem to have gone seriously away from that recently. Normal service may or may not be resumed. No data is kept on this website overnight. Blog posts are shared to my Facebook author page. We can discuss them there if you feel so inclined.
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.
You found me!
Welcome. Thank you for coming. But am I the right William Essex? Click here to meet some more. 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.
Also available in English. 'Can I Quote You on That?'
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. Categories
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