Shake hands…

So, it was rude of me to leave you dangling, so let me introduce you to Talking to Lampposts properly.What is it? Well, I keep calling it an exhibition; but it is so much more than that; it’s an experience, an affecting encounter. You can’t just breeze through this...

It’s time…

This blog as been the hole-in-the-wall that allowed you to peak through into what was my human story. I have unlocked my secret garden of memories and experiences for you to wander through at your leisure.My writing, I hope, is experiential and visual; it is my way of...

A sidelong glance

I’m not sure if I had any idea of the world around me, not really; and I am talking literally here. I have been missing out on a secret garden, a whole series of scenes and stories. Amazingly this fringe world has been playing out in my peripheral vision without...

Luck

What is luck? No, really – what is luck? I can’t help but feel it is two sides of a rusty old coin, but it’s more that that of course; it’s a force. It’s something that takes you over and has power over you. It’s uncontrollable. It’s a bad thing for us control freaks;...

White eyed

I recall a sunny day in 1979, so bright and luminous it literally hurt my eyes. We’d ventured out as a family to a local farm for what looked like an impromptu summer fair. Several fathers were lobbing wellies as far as their soft stomachs would allow them, flexing...
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