Category: writing

At the weekend I attended two separate events. The first was a football match and the second a music concert. I was thinking during both of these that I would not describe myself a typical attendee of either. This then led me to ponder just what a typical football support of gig-goer was like. When… Continue reading Hair Brushed and Parted…

There is a radio station called Greatest Hits Radio. I confess that I haven’t brought myself to actually listen to it so I shall refrain from being too critical but if there was ever a radio station for our time this has to be it. I am not a great lover of the greatest hits… Continue reading Now That’s What I Call Me

Hey there Mrs lovely moon You’re lonely and you’re blue It’s kinda strange the way you change But then again we all do too Devendra Banhart “Little Yellow Spider” 2004 When I gaze upon the night sky and wonder at the beauty of the stars, twinkling away, it is easy to understand how the picture… Continue reading Culture (Book Extract)

We are born with very few innate faculties. Unlike most other mammals we are unable to carry out all but the most rudimentary of actions and activity, but the first one is to engage in the pursuit of attachment and connection to our fellow human beings. Eventually, we start to think a bit more and… Continue reading Introduction (Book Extract)

By grimly hanging onto a distorted vision of the past we deny ourselves, our communities, our nations and our world from going forward into a yet to be realised, but usually better, future.

“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