I’ve just been to see Steven Spielberg’s The Post, which bored me ever so slightly at the beginning, to be honest (or not). But soon it got me so roped in by its central dilemma that it got me thinking about the question of honesty in all of our normal, humdrum lives. Not enormous issues [...]
Tag: writing
Love, Sex and Snow
What is about snow that gets us into such a hyper-ventilating state of euphoria? That brings out the child in us, urges us to believe that the white, white, oh-so-white substance around us has transformed our world into a fairy tale of which we are now a part. In the presence of all those exquisite flakes [...]
What I would say to my twenty-year-old self
What would I say to my younger self, if I could re-live my youth? I’m sure that many people over a certain age (not necessarily ‘old’, just no longer honoured by the accolade of ‘young’) must think the same thing. The mistakes we made in our greener days, the fears and hopes we had, the [...]
SPICY RESEARCH
Now hang on a minute – I’d like to state from the outset that I don’t want to mislead anyone. By ‘spicy’ I don’t mean spicy as in hot Indian curry, but rather, spicy as in … well, sexy. The thing is, when my graphic designer son graduated from university, he just couldn’t find any [...]
Moving on
There are many things in life that are easier said than done, and moving on is one of them. How many people over the generations have been told to move on, and felt obliged to do so, rather like an assignment set at school? Or a New Year’s resolution never to be kept but [...]
Christmas Eve
The Diary Keeper Wendy Skorupski It is the winter of 1992 in post-communist Poland. Leo Ferenc is an introverted bachelor with faded rock star looks, a club foot, and a chip on his shoulder. He owns a small photocopying shop in the heart of Krakow - a medieval city that is just waking up to [...]
Thirteen States of Being
PROLOGUE There are some people in life who are very annoying, and my lover is one of them. Bloody infuriating, in fact. Not that I don't love him, otherwise why would I use the word lover? I never use words lightly any more; my lover prohibited that. He's a linguist, you see; he won't allow [...]
