Monthly Archives: August 2016

Cat Tray v Blue Sky

“Put your hand over the side of the boat / What do you feel?” Kate Bush, “The Coral Room” Warnings: Grief, cat tray as metaphor, & potentially graphic descriptions of feline behaviour. Unlike Kate, I can’t hear my mother singing. … Continue reading

Posted in Bipolar, grief, mental health | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

30 Years Amongst the Brits

Thirty years ago today, I was walking through Heathrow Airport, when I saw a policeman, and thought to myself, They really do wear those hats. Does Eng-a-land swing like a pendulum do? Do bobbies on bikes ride two by two? … Continue reading

Posted in Immigrant Me, Nostalgia | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

On the House (Part 2)

Part 2 of some Sunday fiction for you, from my alternative version of Doncaster; click here for Part 1 “Elizabeth’s taken in a cat?” Harry interrupted. “George hates animals, always has, ever since the school guinea pig bit him, when … Continue reading

Posted in Story time, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

On the House

Part 1 of some Sunday fiction for you, from my alternative version of Doncaster “You’re a right arrogant cuss, Gary Sanders, coming in ‘ere, throwing your money about like there’s no tomorrow,” the landlord said. “Which there may not be, … Continue reading

Posted in Story time, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments