Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

I was such a serious twelve year old that I failed to understand that there is great fun in the absurd. The genius of Monty Python, and similar programmes in my youth, was to realize that people, well some people, … Continue reading →

Soon after I first moved to Dublin in 1999, I went to see Martin McDonagh’s black comedy, The Beauty Queen of Leenane. Going to the theatre on a Dublin summer’s evening seemed an occasion for casual clothes; an open necked … Continue reading →

We were both born in Taunton’s Canon Street Hospital, three weeks apart in the autumn of 1960. He has decided that when he reaches his 63rd birthday next year, he is going to retire. Perhaps a financial situation that means … Continue reading →

The billboard always caught my eye. The poster pictured an old man sitting alone in a house and the caption said, “After three days without seeing a single person, the last thing that he wants is some “me” time.” Perhaps … Continue reading →

My all-time favourite piece of theological reflection comes not from a book, nor from a film, nor from a television programme, nor from any sermon or meditation I might have heard. Instead, it comes from a poster I first saw … Continue reading →