'Grief is the price we pay for love'.  HM Queen Elizabeth II (1926 - 2022) The poignancy of words attributed to the Queen in the aftermath of 9/11, almost twenty-one years ago to the day.  It was the quote which accompanied a full-page black and white photograph of...

Yes, yes.  I've let myself down, I've let you down and, let's face it, I've let the world down.  Exclamation mark?  No.  It's an addiction.  Anyway, time waits for no man and it seems, having missed the bus, I must hail a taxi.  Too busy to write, the world, however,...

Below is a piece I have been working on for some time, hence the gap in proceedings.  Written for my Seriously Good!  page, I felt the subject matter was deserving of maximum exposure, however ...  Mad House was/is the magnificent play we were privileged to see in...

'I believe in pink.  I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner.  I believe in kissing, kissing a lot.  I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong.  I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls.  I believe that tomorrow is another...

'And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places I'd be running up that road Be running up that hill With no problems.'  Yes, Kate, no need to rub it in!  Why is it that the song of the moment - the revived 37-year-old song of the...

Anyone else have a couple of fat pigeons as an alarm clock?  Sitting down at my beautiful desk upstairs - not sure if I've mentioned it? - the afternoon air is cooler and more generous, the humidity all but gone and the pigeon chorus is in full swing.  Now, I love the...

After all these years, I'm finally tied to a desk!  Not any old desk, though, and not in an office - God forbid - but my beautiful 'new' old antique mahogany desk positioned in front of the double doors in my bedroom overlooking the little garden below.  It is...

'It's 12 Noon in London, 7am in Philadelphia and, around the world, it's time for Live Aid'.  Saturday, 13th July 1985. Thirty-seven years ago to this very day, I remember it well.  A blisteringly hot Saturday in London, the excitement was tangible - around the world,...

Well, here's the thing.  I could discuss today's warning of impending war, courtesy of the unbridled, psychotic, feral dictator who is Vladimir Putin - or not.  His determination to don the mantle of a latter-day Hitler is blatantly clear and, with roots of evil, why...

I planned to write this on Monday.  Yesterday.  Failed miserably.  Then, today, all day?  Same.  Weird but I just can't seem to focus and my head is full of everything!  It hasn't been helped by the fact that the dodgem (Becca's antiquated but mostly reliable Corsa)...

Apologies.  Firstly, for the tardiness of this post but, also, for the consequences of that fact.  You see, my subject matter - and tone - was to be benign.  In fact, the heading on my notes was Little Things, covering my observations of people and what we can learn...

For a moment, there, I thought I'd lost my notes!  Help!  How would I remember?  Well, firstly, the points I choose to scribe for further discussion are, of course, most worthy ... at the time.  As the folded pieces of paper build, however, I tend to bin them...