The Ghana Christmas ball and my father Christmas
The Ghana Christmas ball was the first Christmas present I remember receiving. I was six years old and I was given the ball by my Father Christmas.
Memoir
This sub-category of Articulations collects posts that are mostly or largely made up of memoirs from my life, or family stories
Mid-November
October – and now most of November – has been and gone and we roll on towards the end of another year. I have managed to keep up my weekly posts to Stops and Stories and my photo of the week from GBG365 posted on My Gothenburg Days’ Facebook page, but other projects have been … More…
Antiques
In which, still in Brighton, we visit a cafe where once was an antiques shop that I worked in: stories of the two proprietors 40 years ago.
Brighton and Hove, actually – my home town
We visit the author’s home town, Brighton and Hove, and indulge in some nostalgia to the sound of “the grating roar/Of pebbles which the waves draw back”.
Swimming – now and then and in between
In which we consider swimming as exercise and therapy and a try to remember learning to swim as well as exploring swimming at Piscine de Longchamp in Uccle.
Piano music in the street
There’s something very special, I think, about hearing piano music in the street – each time it happens it adds an extra little bookmark in my memory.
Chagall
A blog entry about the Chagall Retrospective at the Brussels Museum of Fine Art, and about memory, colour and light with a side step to the Tudeley windows.
Bibliomania in the family
Does bibliomania run in my family? My grandfather, Charlie Warwick, had the reputation of being a bibliomaniac – among other things.
My radio days (part 1)
On Monday I had the pleasure of going out to Gothenburg University’s recording studios at Medicinaregatan. I was recording a few texts for the Swedish National Tests in English 5 and 6 – the upper secondary level exams. I can’t tell you about those text of course, they’re secret. (And that link may or may … More…
Computers, and my first in particular
In which I am interviewed about my experience of computers in education and wax lyrical about memories of my first Amstrad.