Oxford Town

Anne and I just spent a weekend in Oxford. Here are some of my photos from the weekend.

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Just what is living in the moment though? Why is it so important thing that we, as humans, should be being trying to emulate another species ability to do it? More importantly, how does one attempt to try it?

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You’ve Got a Friend in Me

There are few absolutes in life. There is no innate me and there is no inner you. Our relationships ultimately define who we are.

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Pond Life

We have had some very pleasant weather of late here in the UK so I have been taking some pictures of the local wildlife.

Mind Your Language

Morrissey is a public figure who has always divided opinion. His legion of acolytes adore him and hang on his every utterance whilst his detractors – an ever increasing number that now includes many former fans – are as vehement in their vilification.

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Are We There Yet?

As I write this my country is held by a pandemic imposed lockdown that legally prevents me from making any non-essential journeys. We have to satisfy our travel lust vicariously by streaming old series of Michael Palin traversing the globe or Michael Portillo striding colourfully through a(nother) train station.

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Play up and Play the Game

I have a friend who cannot understand why anyone watches organised sport… no one ever seems to win ‘Football’, it just goes on and on with no conclusion.

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Another Side of Steve Priest

I have a very artistically talented son and brother. My mum was a graphic designer before giving it up to for her family. I am going to see if I have any drawing skill by depicting myself in some cartoon capers. What you see here are some preliminary ideas for a cartoon depiction of me.

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Get Me To The Church (On Time Or, Invariably, Late)

Sunday afternoon was probably the most boring, tedious, excruciatingly dull period of time ever when I was growing up. I hated it. I can recall it so vividly now. Nowhere was open, nothing was on the telly – even if we were allowed to switch it on.

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