Category Archives: This sceptred isle

There was a notice in the carriage of the train from Bristol asking that people would use their mobile phones with sensitivity towards other passengers. The woman in the next seat obviously thought that it didn’t  apply to her, or, … Continue reading →

“They all went sailing ‘cross the lake and all got swallowed by a big black snake.” I used to love that line, and the bit at the end of Frog went a courtin’ that said that there was bread and … Continue reading →

A request sent to Johnny Walker asked if he would play a record by The Sweet on his Sounds of the Seventies  programme on BBC Radio 2. (In my memory the band were always called Sweet, rather than The Sweet, … Continue reading →

Perhaps it was the economic stringencies of the times, but books did not seem to play a significant part of the learning process in primary school days. There were the Word Perfect books for spelling and the books that formed the … Continue reading →

The English Channel is not the Atlantic. It does not have the huge swell, with peaks so high and troughs so deep that you lose sight of boats making their gradual progress through heavy seas. It does not have huge … Continue reading →