This last year or three has brought nothing but division, building up into derision, insults, blackmail, threats even. Once upon a time voting was a simple thing. You thought it out, went to the polling station and ticked the box. Now, before you vote, you get hours of televised temptations. “You want a better NHSContinue reading “Peace and Goodwill to all”
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Lost Notes
Major scale c – In the playground of my mind I see myself. Just thirteen. I’m sitting beside my new friend. d – Ann and I are in the first year of secondary school, drawn together from the start. We love school, life outdoors, and music. Mr Cook is recruiting for the schoolContinue reading “Lost Notes”
Earth to Jellybean
The eatery in Waterloo Place is busy, many faces to search, and they’re searching me back. Ladies laugh, men too, waiters weave a weighty waltz, children squeal, cutlery colludes with plates and bowls, tinkling, clattering, a juxtaposition of noise. I’m here for a reunion, to reminisce with old colleagues, women I worked with forty-five yearsContinue reading “Earth to Jellybean”
Take a Stroll Troll
Mythology meanders down the generations, fables of half-truths and illusions. Take for example the Scandinavian legend – the troll. Folklore has it that these were ugly cave dwelling troublemakers, plotting against mankind, scuffling in the undergrowth, bellies close to the ground, peeking from the hedgerow, evil eyes scorching in search. “Let’s steal the horses.” “ContaminateContinue reading “Take a Stroll Troll”
Hot Head
Mount Vesuvius, a somma-stratovolcano in The Bay of Naples, a giant form shadowing the towns of Pompeii, Herculaneum, and other settlements. Towns destroyed after the deadliest eruption in European history, happening in AD 79. Around 2000 people were killed, burned and suffocated, buried under hot ash and pumice blown in the wind. Hard to imagineContinue reading “Hot Head”
Blue
Tangled Up In Blue
Welcome to Jimjan’s Journal. Half man half woman I hear you ask. Indeed not. I am the girl child of Jim and the son of Jan…….only kidding….about the latter anyhow. I am the daughter of Jim Currie who part created me, my mother Elizabeth Currie nee Johnston doing the rest. Together they made me…Jan. ButContinue reading “Tangled Up In Blue”