Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts

On my bookshelf there is a book of writing prompts. I did not buy this myself. It was a Valentine’s Day gift given by a former flame. Along with this she bought me a bookmark in the shape of the Loch Ness Monster and a pin badge in the shape of a typewriter which hasContinue reading “Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts”

Clean out Your Dead, We Have a Planet to Save.

‘Slap my corpse if you want; mutilate it if you will. It matters not to me — I’m dead, I’m not using it anymore.’ The Spectre of Jimmy Savile, 2020. Cemeteries bring me peace. I think this is because, like every other member of my generation, I long for the Eternal Sleep. The dead haveContinue reading “Clean out Your Dead, We Have a Planet to Save.”

The Pain of the Typewritist

For those of you who are avid followers of my life and exploits, you are no doubt aware that some weeks ago I bought a typewriter. And if you’re not, you are now. Only recently have I managed to find time to do use it for any prolonged amount of time. When it arrived onContinue reading “The Pain of the Typewritist”

The Museum in the Marina

For the past three months the Orwell Quay in Ipswich has been the berthing place of the Verhalen Ark, a floating museum replica of Noah’s Ark. Inside this museum there is, among other things, models and displays of Adam and Eve (or Eva, as the signs on board say); Cain and Abel; Moses; and, ofContinue reading “The Museum in the Marina”

Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town

How do we explain the phenomenon of celebrity spotting? What is the biological, psychological or, indeed, metaphysical reasoning behind the response—that jolt in the senses—that comes with seeing someone who lives in the public eye? Is it a feeling akin to passing by a friend or an acquaintance—a neurological response indicating that you know thisContinue reading “Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town”