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.
memory
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…
Remembrance Day 2016, Brussels
Remembrance Day 2016 as commemorated in Brussels and a meditation (or a rant) on the meaning of the day, plus an apology for the recent break in service. Also a little gallery of photos.
Edith Cavell (and St Joan) in Brussels
History is all around you in Brussels, still I was surprised one day to find myself walking along Rue Edith Cavell… and then I remembered.
Time travel at the Brussels Atomium
If you’ve ever fancied experiencing time travel, I recommend a visit to the Brussels Atomium – go back and see the future we once looked forward to.
My Three Scents
These are my three scents – three smells that each conjure up vivid double memories of events widely separated in time and place.
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.
I am diminished – in memorium Adrian Hale
This week I am diminished, made smaller, because last Friday I helped to bury my friend. I’d known Adrian since we were 10 years old and at school together.
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.
Bibliomania in the family
Does bibliomania run in my family? My grandfather, Charlie Warwick, had the reputation of being a bibliomaniac – among other things.