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 on… Continue reading The Pain of the Typewritist
I have an issue with authority. Not in the sense that I am some hardened criminal who regularly flouts the law; though, if I were, I would not mention that in such a public setting. No: when it comes to me, I have a simple dislike of being told what to do. Sometimes I still… Continue reading Boo, Authority. Boo!
For some unknown reason there are people out there who to wish know what their ancestors were like. Who Do You Think You Are? remains popular well into its seventeenth series (or season, if you’re an American). Barely five minutes passes on the television before something pops up from Ancestry wherein some man with a… Continue reading On the Origins of Namesies
Once I had the foolish idea that starting a blog would lead to something. Unfortunately this idea came a decade after the Blog Bubble had burst and there was no chance of making anything of it other than a place where He and I make public in-jokes to one another. Going by my own stat… Continue reading Abandoned Ideas
Not pictured: the animals filling the Ark with all manner of smells. 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,… Continue reading The Museum in the Marina
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 has… Continue reading Bookmarks, Bookshelves and Writing Prompts
With each passing day it becomes more and more obvious to me that fame will forever elude me. I have no issue with this. I have written many times about my desire to remain anonymous. What I do lament is that often with fame comes riches. Thus, as the logic goes, with no fame comes… Continue reading The Time I Accidentally Defenestrated Myself by Falling Out of a Second Floor Window at a House Party.