Sun Dried Sparrows

I had a call yesterday from a lady whose surname is Badger.  What a great name.  I'll be meeting her in due course but I'm getting t...

Ah, I’ve just seen the first swallows of the season.   Two flew over my head, making a little chirruping call, so optimistic sounding.   Th...

A quick musical interlude. Inspired by  this (thanks, Singing Bear!) I just dug out a CD single that I haven't played in ages - a cov...

I sat on the top deck of the bus as it made its way through Cambridge yesterday.   I love viewing things from above street level, you see s...

Why on earth - oh god, why on earth! - did I decide to go to work that day in a huge, busy office... with no clothes on? It had seemed ...

The other day I had reason to do a little research on what life was like for women in Britain in the 1920s.    It really made me think.   I...

(Something from the archives!) “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!” “ Punk Rocker!” “Who’s your hairdresser, love?...

My upbringing was secular, just as my life is now; we didn’t have a bible in the house and nobody went to church.   That isn’t to say that ...