As summer fades to Autumn it’s nice to remember just how peachy it’s been. Not since the drought of ’77 have we seen so much sunshine and so little rain.
Does the moon also fall, was a question posed by Newton, who defined the laws of motion and first used calculus to predict the paths of planets and comets. Not only did he precipitate a seismic shift in human understanding, his mathematics helped to cast God as the creator of a great celestial mechanism, however…
Remember when media was created by studios, film makers were professionals and multimedia meant collage?
Isn’t your bed just the best place in the world?
Such a simple thing, yet luxury unimagined by the countless ancestors that foraged in dark forests and sheltered under damp animal hides.
The UK currently faces food inflation of 15% and fuel inflation of 50% over the past two years. Yet I doubt revolution is nigh, though encouragingly, today the blade finally fell on Boris Johnson’s fat craw.
Thank Crunchie it’s Friday!
But haven’t Friday’s lost their significance? The days of knocking off from work after lunch, early doors at the pub, the frisson of an envelope of cash and “something for the weekend”.
It’s the end of May and after some rainy days there’s a surge of growth at the allotment gardens.
Blogging has been superseded by finding the plot and sewing seeds.
Storm Eunice has just blown across the UK disrupting electricity supplies and driving up insurance premiums. There’s always something to fuel a media headline and distract from the ineffable fact that the world keeps turning and running down the clock.
There’s nothing like being back home to quickly dull the experience of having been away. Now, that which was vivid and immediate only a week ago, is rapidly being overwritten by more ingrained memories and perceptions from 25 years of living in the same small town. It feels like a robbery’s in progress.