My father died yesterday. Certainly not a tragedy, as he was ninety-one. And he had been in great pain with cancer for the last few weeks, so probably a blessed release. But still a sad, and major...
13.21 Rising at 09.30 and into the day. Notes To Self written yesterday at breakfast in Hotel Acceptable, Washington, where a flying-bastardy-thing bit me on the back of the neck three times. I...
Those who know and who are known
Essays, Expostulations, Epistolaries, Elephantosities and words not beginning with an 'E'
It seems impossible to believe that Tom Redmond is no longer with us. We have a video chat every mon...
My answer to all those obsessed with strange time signatures - "all King Crimson music is in one",...
Two large poplar trees were sadly felled in our local park yesterday. They had been deemed unsaf...
