Author: Steve

“Nothings going change my world” I wonder what John Lennon meant when he wrote those words.  By all accounts he was lying in bed with his first wife sometime in 1967 and he was particularly annoyed by what he perceived to be her constantly going on about something and the words felt like they kept… Continue reading Jai Guru Deva Om

I have recently finished reading an excellent book by Pankaj Mishra entitled ‘Age of Anger: A History of the Present’. The book closes with this: The contradictions and costs of a minority’s progress, long suppressed by historical revisionism, blustery denial and aggressive equivocation, have become visible on a planetary scale. They encourage the suspicion –… Continue reading I’ll Find Out Over Time

I am a Nick Cave fan. The first song I recall hearing was the 15 minute ‘Babe I’m on Fire’ – an epic love song (to himself?) that can, like much of Cave’s work, polarise opinion on him. the video to the song just makes me laugh and I regularly play it on a Friday… Continue reading For you dear I was born

I have recently returned from attending the annual Greenbelt Festival. On their web site the event is described as: Greenbelt is an arts, faith and justice festival with a long and rich history. We’ve been going since 1974. That’s over 40 consecutive festivals. Without a break. There have been a large number of comments on… Continue reading Some People Call me the Space Cowboy

In a recent post I referred to the death of my mother and my subsequent mourning as saying something of the loss I felt in me. Yes the subject of my grief has gone and there is an undoubted sadness to that but the more intense feelings were more to do with the absence of part of my person.… Continue reading I Lost Myself

I have been having an on-off debate with my son Tom on the existence of ghosts. He insists “there’s no such thing” and I do have some sympathy with that argument if we are referring to apparitions, I am sceptical of alledged sightings and would prefer to attribute such phenomena to some individual or collective… Continue reading There’s a Ghost in My House

With the loss of my parents, that whole strata – the unique relationship (good and bad) – has gone and with it a perspective on my life that no one else has, had or can have, has gone.All relationships offer some insight into our lives, into who we are. Some can be duplicated to an extent… Continue reading Death at One’s Elbow

How good would they make work if you had a choice about doing it? If you could just decide not to go in because it was a bit shit would the people that ran the business make it less shit? For some people that is how work works. They are largely wealthy with some sort… Continue reading We only work when we need the money II

I have never played Flappy birds. I have never even seen Flappy Birds. I understand it is a game that has quite basic graphics and it quite hard to play. I have heard in the past day or so that the creator of this game now no longer wants it to be available for new… Continue reading Give me money, that’s what I want

Mrs Driver and I had a discussion on our way home from watching the Fun Lovin’ Criminals last night. It started out as the usual ‘the world is a little bit/lot fucked up…’, generally something we agree on, however we diverged when it came to what’s to be done about it.I have been thinking a… Continue reading Art for Art’s Sake