If the motto of the Brexiteers Is ‘All For Us and None For You’ Then today they’ll tone it down As we begin to say adieu For though we complain about officials Who were appointed, not elected We’ll ignore that our Theresa Was unopposed when then selected To move to Number Ten And be the…
Month: March 2017
Outside The Comfort Zone
It finally happened, after nearly three months of following a fairly consistent blogging schedule (longer posts on Monday, approximations of poetry on Wednesdays and a slightly rubbish doodle on Fridays) I’ve managed to fall behind. I’m not worried, I regularly disappeared for weeks on end in 2016 and, nearly three full months in, 2017 is…
The Future Is Bright
The realities of a ‘post-truth’ world Are hard to distinguish from those Of the pre-truth world Worlds where we are bombarded by images Of things we neither want nor need Although On reflection Maybe we might need them And we do quite want them In fact, we can’t live without them But iThink iKnow what…
Stuff I Used To Do But Don’t Do Anymore (Or How I’ve Become A Less Interesting Person Over Time): Part 4 – I Read A Book A Week (But Never Dostoyevsky…)
Here we are then at part 4 of my miniseries on stuff I used to be able to claim I did, but now I don’t really do. And this one is on reading. Books that is. Because I used to read a lot of them and now I don’t. Although, contrary to the suggestion in…
Super Moodles
Just as the working week was getting a bit too much to handle, Friday has swooped in to save us. Friday is my favourite day for many reasons. Well one reason mainly. Which is obviously the weekend, and all the ‘not-having-to-go-to-work’ that that entails. But I also like Friday because that is the day I’ve chosen for my regular…
Poetry In (Loco)Motion
I wrote this on a train It was poetry in motion The train was running late Which filled me with emotion The emotion, though, was joy For I was late as well My tardiness well-timed I didn’t have to dwell Better still, I got a seat An unexpected perk As I headed to my course…
Stuff I Used To Do But Don’t Do Anymore (Or How I’ve Become A Less Interesting Person Over Time): Part 3b: More mendacities on multilingualism
So this is the second part of the third part of my series of posts on stuff I used to do. It might help to read ‘the first part of the third part’ for this post to make sense. It may, or may not, help to read parts 1 and 2. Then again, it could…
Heralding Another Moodle
Another Friday, another ‘Artist’s Corner’. Once again the inspiration for this week’s masterpiece comes from the marvellous Moodle Army Challenge from Haylee’s Aloada Bobbins. This week the challenge was to ‘Blow your own trumpet’. I don’t have a musical bone in my body. I own a five-stringed electric guitar. I’ve modified it from the usual six-stringed instrument…
Con-For-Us
The conference is a noble thing A day when experts confer knowledge In allocated slots To us know-nothing mortals Who have had the nerve Up to this point To work without their wisdom Although in truth There is little conferring of knowledge Or new knowledge at least Just a purgatory of PowerPoints Regurgitating redundant recommendations…
Stuff I Used To Do But Don’t Do Anymore (Or How I’ve Become A Less Interesting Person Over Time): Part 3a: A Prevarication On Polyglotism
This is the third in my series of missives about how I used to do more stuff than I do right now. This one is about languages. I got quite carried away when I wrote this and even by last week’s standards, (which was a marathon post about marathons) this part was threatening to be…
So Sally Can Wait
Welcome to another ‘Artist’s Corner’. Yet again the inspiration for this week’s oeuvre comes courtesy of the Moodle Army Challenge from Haylee’s Aloada Bobbins. This weeks challenge was to ‘Look Back’. I’ve been feeling quite nostalgic lately, not least because of the recent ‘Stuff I used to do but don’t do any more’ series of…
The Will Of The People
Who is this ‘Will Of The People’ He that cannot be denied And must be honoured, revered and obeyed? I can think of many Wills But none that strike me As being ‘Of The People’ Not the Conqueror I’d wager Or the one who liked Orange And certainly neither Pitt Junior Nor indeed Senior And it…
James Proclaims! 