Flanders fields, poppies and iconography
Of Flanders fields, poppies and iconography – something of a ramble, something of a rant and all inspired by the recent Armistice memorial events.
Memoir
This sub-category of Articulations collects posts that are mostly or largely made up of memoirs from my life, or family stories
The Gothenburg disco fire – 20 years on
The Gothenburg disco fire: the worst fire in recent Swedish history took place 20 years ago on the 29th October 1998: 63 died, over 200 were injured.
A barber’s shop quartet: Malik, Rahim, Antonio and Reg
Sitting in the barber’s chair can be a meditative experience, my mind wanders back to revisit some of the barbers I have known.
The worst journey in the world (redux)
What is the worst journey you have ever made? Recent events, public and private, have me remembering my own worst journey and the concept of a bad journey.
Six decades of a date – the thirtieth of July
The six decades between 1958 and 2018 – today is my 60th birthday and I’m sharing snapshots of my life from the last six decades.
Wounds and scar tissue
This week, wounds and scar tissue. Not one of my usual efforts, though it is a kind of a Stop and a kind of a Story. I want to give some explanation of why I’ve not been enthusiastically blogging the last few weeks. It all starts with my birth…
18th April – decades of a date
April 18th – one day in seven decades. And why just this day? What is the significance? It’s the day (in 1986) that I married Mrs SC. Our anniversary.
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.
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.