All I’ve ever wished for is to dance beneath the diamond sky. Continue reading →

Culture shock goes both ways. Continue reading →

Score one point for each thing you’ve done that most other people have not done. Continue reading →

I was 15 when all the kids in my neighbourhood snuck into Marten’s Grove to go skinny dipping. It was the first time I had ever seen so many girls my own age in the nude. Continue reading →

What would life have been like if Ken and Bill had headed down to those desolate islands? Continue reading →

The Ragged Clown finds his home at last. Continue reading →

It’s over a hundred years since World War One. Everyone involved is dead. Continue reading →

Every blog comes to an end eventually and all too many end with a boring, uninspiring post that lingers at the top of the blogger’s home page for evermore like a turd that refuses to be flushed away. I’m sorry … Continue reading →

I’m reading All Quiet on the Western Front and just got to the bit where Paul arrives home after a long time away at the front and suddenly, in my reverie, I was Paul, coming home from my first few … Continue reading →

Mr Gooden was terrifying and a tyrant and he altered the course of my life more than anyone else. Continue reading →