My devoted fans

I’ve neglected you, I know. It’s a bit cruel even. So as we enter the second wave of bat-lurgy here – the inevitable outcome of pangolins hitting it off with wombats round the back of a wet market somewhere, it seems – perhaps it’s time to dream up another pointless post. I say pointless because […]

In praise of south-east London

The bits of London with a post code ‘SE’ have attracted some sniffiness in the past, but much less so today, by and large. Personally I had long known bits of it, like Tooley Street where my mother came from (great views of Tower Bridge from her parents’ flat); and East Dulwich where my first […]

For Don

Don is being buried today (a while back now), somewhere in woodlands near Bristol. I am recording this fact in my blog that nobody reads because he was one of the three people at my secondary school to whom I owe my desire to write stuff down. He was my second English teacher, and also […]

The Parks

One of my favourites walks in London is the string of parks – Royal Parks – from Notting Hill Gate in the west to Trafalgar Square in the centre of London. There are several more Royal Parks scattered around London of course and all are memorable, but these four make a chain of two or […]

Being sixty-six

Let’s start at the bottom. Well, on reflection the bottom is technically about half way up, so let’s start at the foot. Being 66 appears to involve an increasing awareness of one’s feet. This is awkward in many ways as they seem much harder to reach than they were…and even harder to see. This inaccessiblity, […]

Victimhood

I have written previously about how the blogs that I began by following have fallen by the wayside over the years. Sometimes their posts became infrequent then stopped apoearing. They sit online year in year out, but untended and presumably undiscovered. Only old followers like me will occasionally look to see if – just perhaps […]

Aladdin’s Cave

It’s a little known fact that young Aladdin some time after his famous film appearance took over a former railway station in south-east London. The station closed in 1917 as a wartime  economy measure and never reopened, one of many such failures of imagination that has helped give inner districts  south of the river a […]

Memoirism

My favourite present this Christmas just gone is a copy of David Mitchell’s memoir, Backstory. No, not that David Mitchell, the other one. I’d only read a few pages when I found myself fondly imagining the impact of my own highly entertaining memoir, Being Sixty-Six. This will shortly be available for just £0.50p – as […]

Drumlins…aaargh

Apropos the previous post, am plagued here at 5am by some itching in the old sacrum environs. I would liken the associated skin deformation to the strange lumps and bumps associated with the odd post-glacial landscape. The bare truth is that I was wrangĺing them little wee pebbles into cement in between some paving slabs […]