-
Recent Posts
Recent Comments
- Ian on Auld Lang Syne is a dirge
- Ian on What did we do in winter?
- Doonhamer on Auld Lang Syne is a dirge
- Doonhamer on What did we do in winter?
- Ian on Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
Archives
- January 2021
- December 2020
- November 2020
- October 2020
- September 2020
- August 2020
- July 2020
- June 2020
- May 2020
- April 2020
- March 2020
- February 2020
- January 2020
- December 2019
- November 2019
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- July 2019
- June 2019
- May 2019
- April 2019
- March 2019
- February 2019
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
Categories
Meta
Category Archives: This sceptred isle
Breaking the law
We were always people who kept the law. From an early age, my father would say that we obeyed the law because we expected other people to keep the law. He would ask, with good reason, “what would happen if … Continue reading
Posted in This sceptred isle
Leave a comment
The way we see policemen
The students in the class talked about their experience of the police. “If you wear a track suit, sir, they will always stop you. If you are a middle class person, in a shirt and jeans, no-one will bother you, … Continue reading
Posted in This sceptred isle
Leave a comment
Riddles
“When is a door not a door?” “When it’s ajar?” “What’s big and red and eats rocks?” “A big red rock eater.” “How do you make time fly?” “Throw the clock out of the window.” The silly riddles from childhood … Continue reading
Posted in This sceptred isle
Leave a comment
An uncertain future for farming
Our village is so rural that it has no street lights. Stand and look from the upstairs window of my mother’s house and for miles around the surrounding landscape is entirely agricultural, yet farming hardly features in the conversation. To … Continue reading
Posted in This sceptred isle
Leave a comment
Envying an innings
Siegfried Sassoon was an extraordinary character. A soldier whose reckless regard for his own safety and his sacrificial concern for his men earned him the nickname “Mad Jack,” he was awarded the Military Cross for bringing back the wounded in … Continue reading
Posted in This sceptred isle
Leave a comment