In a way it is a kind of nosiness. It is nosiness that leads to information. In this way it puts to bed some grief. Also some love. Also some gratitude. It has often been an unpleasure to write about school. Primary school was a different matter however. Much happiness and pleasure there was there. … More For Mister, Read Teacher

I cannot take you there now. I can but point. (Though it would be a place in the air). In my mind I can see it. (That place). I can see the surroundings. There was grass. There were low fences with fine iron wire netting. There were bus stops. Some even had shelters. Bus Stops. … More The Way to the Manger

Stages Stops Requests Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? We all went by bus. It’s Quicker by Bus. They told us that. Everywhere. Along with Schweppervescence. And Guernsey Toms. Adverts on the buses themselves. And rude advertisements (It’s better with Mustard) and (It’s better with butter) all in the days before people believed the publicity (believed in … More There (and back) to See How Far It Is

Owning the Road You: Love driving; Luuuuurve your fast car… I: Love driving; Love my fast car… You: Luuurrrrve the “open road”; Luuuuurve Driving; Luuuuurve your fast car… I: Love driving; Love my fast car… You: Wanna own the road; Do own the road; Feel Protected; Luuurrrrve the “open road”; Luuuuurve Driving; Luuuuurve your fast … More Owning the Road