Last Sunday I posted another justification for my opposition to #Brexit. Because it was too late to call it a “Saturday Sound Off”, I described it as a “Sunday Sermon”. Here’s another. Not penned by me, but a reminder that, however hurt we might feel, however disturbed by the anger exhibited by others, the hatred directed toward particular groups of individuals, be they Jews, Muslims, Drug Dealers or Profiteers, the only way forward is through forgiveness. Thank you Damyanti and the whole #WATWB team for drawing my attention to this.
And then there were “twitzers”. This required the victim to hold his hand out with finger tips together and pointing skywards. The edge of the…
[in the] Summer [of] 1955 I was, to my surprise, awarded the music prize at the annual speech day. No doubt this was Peck's way…
I remember two women, nurses or nursing assitants, sorting through, removing the uneaten rotting fruit. I well recall their disgust at the waste. Continue reading…
At the end of my first year I was rated in the bottom 3 of 33 pupils in the class. Continue reading →