2022 was a strange year. It simultaneously feels like a mere few minutes since I sat down to write one of these, and yet Boris Johnson’s time…… Read more “The Relentless Onslaught of Time.”
Sweet, Sweet Irony.
One consistent occurrence that continues to amuse me on a regular basis is the way different types of people react to the wheelchair, usually spitting in the…… Read more “Sweet, Sweet Irony.”
The telephone in my grandparents’ house started to ring at 7 am on the Sunday of a bank holiday weekend in 1996, and grandad had the responsibility…… Read more “Truly Grand.”
To See, or Not to See?
In the past few trips we’ve made into town Jarred and I have noted a shift in behaviour that contradicts my “invisibility cloak” experiences; people are now…… Read more “To See, or Not to See?”
The Writing Days.
After completing my degree at the end of May, I’ve had more time on my hands than someone wearing 15 watches at once. Instead of being the…… Read more “The Writing Days.”