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Continue reading →: A good day to dye
There wasn’t much I didn’t know about dying, but stupidly I had attempted to prepare myself for the inevitable final curtain by enrolling on an evening class. All you ever wanted to know about a magical transformation in five 2-hour classes. What a difference an e makes. No mind-altering substances…
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Continue reading →: Ageing
This poem by James Simmons perfectly describes the ageing delusion and our sentimental feelings. When I look in the mirror there is some young fellow lurking in my familiar features who bears no relation to the harsh reality of photography. Art and Reality by James Simmons From twenty yards I…
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Continue reading →: Why football is for wimps
The World Cup should be the showcase for soccer skills and teamwork. Instead we have the embarrassing spectacle of grown men feigning injury to secure penalties and free kicks. A great game between Spain and Portugal was spoiled by prima Donnas making a sucker out of the referee. If rugby…
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Continue reading →: Theseus didn’t know whose body it was
Some might even argue that there’s a tipping point when we cease to be who we once were, having replaced the majority of our birth cells.
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Continue reading →: Heidegger’s cat vs Schrödinger’s
Heidegger’s cat, called H, had been strangely aware of unusual feelings that had been troubling his soul. He realised that he had forgotten to notice that he was alive. But had he really forgotten? or had he never really had a sense of himself? Consciousness rarely bothered him, and where…
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Continue reading →: The power of words
Propaganda is a powerful tool in the suppression of truth. But truth will out eventually. Hitler, Stalin and Mao are the obvious fans of propaganda. But the newspapers and television have their own political favourites, Fox for rabid Republicans, the Daily Mail for little Englanders and Conservative voters and the…
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Continue reading →: NZ poet on tour – Hera Lindsay Bird
I want to get high my whole life with you i feel it in my leather hotpant pockets i feel it in my anime wind blowing through an alpine tennis resort overcome with wildflowers i feel it in my ironic valley girl hairflip I feel it in my admittedly limited…
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Continue reading →: Still selling off the family silver
I thought governments had learnt from the economic disasters of the 1980s. Obviously not. Selling off British Rail piecemeal has done nothing for the travelling public, except put up fares and reduce services. The next mistake will be to privatise the property arm of Network Rail. In other words, the…
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Continue reading →: My Favourite Welshman
My favourite Welshman is not the Max Boyce Or even Tom Jones, despite his rich voice He’s not Richard Burton or Ivor Novello He’s not RS Thomas, a very fine fellow. No, my favourite Welshman is suitably tall His name is a mystery to no one at all He…
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Continue reading →: Rosie, old Rosie
I should not have surfed Amazon on a warm day with a thirst on. Their offer of 20 litres of Weston’s Old Rosie cloudy cider was just too tempting to resist. Free delivery was the clincher. It should be ideal for the next BBQ when we can all admire Liam’s…
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