A long time ago, I had a girlfriend and I used to sing to her. Continue reading →
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I met Mrs Clown at the airport. You’ll never guess what happened next. Continue reading →
Mrs Clown thought I needed cheering up so she sent me an ad for a show with naked dancers Continue reading →
What happened to the spirit of adventure that encouraged young men to go out into the world? Continue reading →
My adventures ended on a high note. Continue reading →
The Ragged Clown finds his home at last. Continue reading →
Falling in love in French Polynesia. Continue reading →
Not every philosopher was wrong about everything but most were wrong about most things. Continue reading →
I’ve always thought of automats as lonely, melancholy places. Continue reading →
This woman dreams of dying. Continue reading →
I was looking for a picture of a freshly inked tattoo. I knew it was there somewhere… Continue reading →
Did people in the old days experience new paintings the way we experience new technology? Continue reading →
Sydney to Cairns. Cairns to Darwin. Continue reading →
A few days after I started following Trent Horn’s YouTube channel, he and his wife, Laura, made a video telling the world she has a brain tumour. It’s the same tumour that I have — more or less — and … Continue reading →
Sharon made up 11 questions. I have to answer them. Continue reading →
I promised myself I wouldn’t write about politics but… Continue reading →
The church is fading with the culture. Continue reading →
I haven’t told my story in a while. I’ll start with some symptoms from the old days. Continue reading →
Score one point for things you’ve done that most people haven’t. Continue reading →
Chapter three of my memoirs. Schooldays. Continue reading →
My story pops back into my memory sometimes in those twilight moments between waking and sleeping. Continue reading →
Inside every old person is a young person who doesn’t really understand that he’s old now. Continue reading →
The first thing they say is “Whatever you do, do not Google for information about your tumour.” Continue reading →
I had twenty quid, a St Christopher and a change of clothes. I didn’t look back. Continue reading →
Diamond nights and ruby lights. High in the sky. Continue reading →
A kiss is still a kiss. Continue reading →
Roger Ebert has written a powerful, meandering essay about shame. He inspired me to add my own. Continue reading →
Was it yesterday that we got married? Or the day before? Continue reading →
The only time I ever drew with charcoal. Continue reading →
At least she could get some enjoyment out of being alone. Continue reading →
A terminal cancer diagnosis sucks. Does it help to know long you have left? Continue reading →
Did your teachers leave them kids alone? Mine didn’t. Continue reading →
Mr Gooden was terrifying and a tyrant and he altered the course of my life more than anyone else. Continue reading →
What would life have been like if Ken and Bill had headed down to those desolate islands? Continue reading →
Crossing the line is an important milestone in a young sailor’s life. Continue reading →
I feel like I have got the hang of writing philosophy essays. Here are some tips. Continue reading →
I love buying books for people who will get pleasure from them Continue reading →
I opened the book and, on the very first page, was the program that changed my life. Continue reading →
It cost me an E string and the skin off the top of my ring finger but I am done. Making music is hard. Continue reading →
Making choices was never this hard before. Continue reading →
I’m planning to draw one of Renoir’s dances every decade. Continue reading →
The End-of-Life Handbook recommends using ritual to create meaning. Continue reading →
Nan was less than two years away from her century. She was born before the First World War. Continue reading →
We went to see a new oncologist yesterday. Continue reading →
Folks on the left often say that fear of immigration is just a thinly disguised appeal to racism. I disagree. Continue reading →
Sitting in those pews transports me back through my memories. Continue reading →
New Entry training in the Navy was the hardest thing I have ever done. Continue reading →
“Life, if well lived, is long enough.” Continue reading →
Because it’s ALL THE TIME, I’ve come to think of it as the taste of cancer. Continue reading →
Ragged Clown has been posting for twenty years Continue reading →
One thousand years later, beer is still excellent and the song is still fantastic. Continue reading →
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all. Continue reading →
I discovered a world that I only saw dimly before Continue reading →
