Monthly Archives: July 2014

In the Line of Fire: British Style

A British cabinet minister once asked his bodyguard if he could actually prevent an assassination. “I doubt it,” the officer replied, “but being so close I could write a much better report.” (Chris)

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Stay as They Are

Knowing the day could be calamitous or at least memorable, Jan and I joined the tube at Elm Park Station last Wednesday morning to wend our way across Londons metropolis from the East to North West – Maida Vale station. … Continue reading

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Summer Forgiveness

Fading memories Summer heat kills fearfulness Dreaming of harmony. (Chris)

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Assymetry: a joke

Jim had been happily married for 40 years unlike his wife. (Chris)

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Fluid National Identities, 1919- 2014

Because of the stunning success of the Act of Union, 1801, British people have had 213 years of relative national stability. Britain has been stable whilst the rest of Europe has been a cauldron of fluid national identities. This stability … Continue reading

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Arthur Balfour on politics

“Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all.” British Prime Minister 1902- 05

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Our Village

It’s a metaphor because in many ways our council estate of 146 dwellings (in three tower blocks) can be seen in much the same way as a large hamlet of old somewhere in rural Yorkshire or any other place in … Continue reading

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Eyelids drooping Dreaming scenes. Old memories Flit and falter. Cartoon spew from the unwatched TV. Others sit in snoozing rows. Homecare disinterested staff Clean in self-full sloth. The lunch gong – so loud… Shatters cloistered thoughts Reminds – Rank Film … Continue reading

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I tried escaping my memories of you. My Madonna, my Golgatha had captured me. Ceaseless walking didn’t bless me with amnesia Unfading- unburied- memory defeated The agony of feet sand- papered by gravel. The insane sepulchre memory sought a Ghoul. … Continue reading

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