There are places in life one stumbles into not by choice but by coercion - fraternal coercion, in this case, which is the worst kind, often dressed up as protection and delivered with the smug authority of an older sibling. That’s how I came to find myself, some years ago now, inside The House That … Continue reading This ole House…
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Thoughts and memories-a-plenty!
Blackpool is Pants!
The merest mention of Blackpool and I’m instantly whisked back to the last time Mum took me there. Now, I’ve never been Blackpool’s most enthusiastic advocate. And yet, in my allegedly responsible adult years, I’ve found myself obliged - on occasion - to return to that blustery western coast and endure the odd weekend in … Continue reading Blackpool is Pants!
The (knot-so) Beautiful Game
Wherever I go, whatever I do, my left shoelace has an uncanny knack for wriggling its way free of the bow I so carefully tie. Always the left! Something supernatural at play? Perhaps it’s because I’m right-handed and lack the same vigour when securing it. Or maybe, I’m simply no good at tying laces. Whatever … Continue reading The (knot-so) Beautiful Game
Wish Shoe Were Here: The Perils of Finding the Perfect Shoe
Shoe shopping ought to be a simple affair. A straightforward transaction. And yet, here I am, wrestling with what seems to be an impossible quest: finding a decent pair of shoes. I have no desire for ostentation, no need for trendy embellishments or impractical flourishes. Just plain black leather, perhaps with a modest brogue pattern … Continue reading Wish Shoe Were Here: The Perils of Finding the Perfect Shoe
The Chicken and the Egg
I straightened my tie with a practised tug, pulling the knot snug against my throat before shrugging into my charcoal-grey suit jacket. The weight of the fabric settled against my shoulders with familiar gravity. Then came the overcoat - black, thick, a bulwark against the creeping chill of a winter’s night. I turned the collar … Continue reading The Chicken and the Egg
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