My head feels like its bursting some days. My capacity to learn new things, to add to my already overloaded brain, diminishes every year. In order to stuff some fact or idea in my mind, something else has to give or be forgotten. I’m not the fountain of all knowledge. There are cracks and empty […]
I’m a fan of many comedians and growing up I regularly watched TV shows with the rest of my family. We laughed at the craziness of The Goodies and Monty Python, the wit of Ronnie Barker, Not the Nine O’clock News, Dave Allen and the comic timing of Morecombe and Wise, and many more. I’ve […]
Trying to find the inspiration to write about inspiration, I stared at the screen after I’d signed up and nothing came to mind – what the hell was I thinking! I plucked this theme off the top of my head because I’d been lost for ideas to post about and suffering the odd bout of […]
Home is where the heart is, but where exactly is my home? The bricks and mortar of my house? The village (more of an urban sprawl) where I currently live? The country to which I give my loyalty? I’ve moved around and where I was born is a distant memory, the town where I went […]
I don’t believe in ghosts. Well, not true. I would believe in ghosts if I’d ever seen one, but I haven’t and since I’m a scientist by training, evidence is key and my own eyes and ears are the best judge of that and so on that basis, the jury is still very much out […]
We all have this appendage lying about us somewhere – family. Whether they are formed by blood, adoption or marriage, they accumulate or diminish, spread their wings and fly, or hang about forever, creating a ready stitched tapestry of characters at your disposal. You see, I suspect that many of us see a wealth of […]
I consider myself fortunate – I speak and write in one of the world’s most popular languages. I rarely have to translate what I read about me or struggle to understand the meaning. I love my language and its versatility. I am English. My cultural identity is English (British, too, but that’s a different layer […]
My husband claims he can’t remember his dreams. I know he dreams by the way he fidgets and mutters in his sleep. He’s never once mentioned anything when he wakes up: no comments about weird images or nightmares, neither does he suddenly in the middle of the day realise the thing he’s thinking about isn’t […]
I have a love of history, however, I’m not heavily into reading about history. I prefer to see and feel it. Living in the UK gives me plenty of opportunities to explore history without having to travel huge distances. Whether it is the historic port of Liverpool with his vibrant music culture and more infamous […]
When I was a kid we’d watch this quiz show – Call my Bluff. The idea being two teams of three would each be given an obscure long-forgotten word with three possible definitions, only one of which was the true, the other two were false. After each team member read out their definition (often in […]
The Quiet Writer 