The thing about death is….

it’s permanent.There is no coming back from it.  And it’s an inevitable conclusion to life.  And yet, we are so woefully unprepared for it.  Not our own.  In so many ways, it’s easier to accept it for oneself.  But for our...

Not so sweet on confectionery

Am I just ageing in some cantankerous manner or are the sweets of 2012 not a patch on the lollies we ate back in the 80s? Obviously lollies were a huge treat but when you got them they dripped with flavour and texture.  These days they nearly all just...

The comfort of pinstripes

I had reason to see a neurologist yesterday.  Nothing overtly serious – just a case of suspected carpal tunnel, which though uncomfortable is hardly life threatening.  However, given my experience with the medical profession over the last few years, I...

Three books in a row

As I am unpacking this afternoon I have just amused myself beyond measure by placing Elisabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love between Mark Dapin’s Fridge Magnets are Bastards and Charlie Brooker’s The Hell of It All on the bookshelf.I hated Eat, Pray,...