Where will it all end? When will the unwanted guardians who loom over everything we do give us our lives back? Today we have been warned of the health hazards in that time-honoured childhood pleasure of licking the bowl at cake-making time. Gawd help us. If that were so, I should have keeled over decades…
Is there anyone out there who is not suffering from a complaint, an allergy, a put-down, a slight, oppression, depression, stress (usually self-inflicted), sidelining or some feeling of inadequacy or discrimination? There is almost a daily queue to voice a complaint of being attacked or assaulted mentally or emotionally. When analysed, the allegations seem to…
Okay folks, I hear you. The hint has been made loud and clear. As the Walrus famously said: “The time has come …” Your message was writ big and bold in the sands and shingle of Marazion this past Sunday (and earlier in the year at St Levan): there is no recognition for geriatrics who…
There is no disputing that British restaurant food has lifted its game considerably in recent years. Search diligently, choose wisely and you can end up enjoying a reasonable meal and, if you are really lucky, one that represents value for money. But, really, it’s not all that good. The choice is limited to “safe” dishes,…
The most welcome words to a writer’s eye have at last been typed: The End. After far too many months, numerous delays and self-inflicted procrastinations the fifth book in the ongoing Bromo Perkins crime fiction series has been completed. All 95,000 words of it – far more than any of the previous books and well…
Into the home straight. The finish line is so close. I can see it, there, emerging from the mists that cloud my mind. All that’s needed is that final surge of creativity, the ramping up of the action, the delivery of drama, the concluding nail-biting moments. Then we can all relax, take a few calming…
Good news from Endeavour Press: Twisted Trees, my latest crime fiction novel, is now online and available to purchase from Amazon as an e-book. This is the fourth in the ongoing series of crime novels featuring reluctant sleuth Bromo Perkins. The series began way back at the start of the 2000s with Done Deal, which…
Since my recent blog bemoaning the loss of memory a bit of work has been taking place on stimulating whatever part of the brain is responsible for storing and recalling past events. I’ve been doing some ghosting. In other words, visiting old haunts. No need to wrap the body in white sheets and utter some…
Seventy years ago I lined up for my first running race, untrained and unaware of what it involved. Tomorrow, almost to the day of that step into the unknown, I will be on the start line yet again. Significantly – at least to me – this will be an anniversary not only in terms of…
As I was saying before … Before what? Before when? Why did I come into the kitchen? What am I doing here? Well, as I was saying … What was I saying? Something about … er … Hell, let’s start again. There’s this problem I’m having with memory. I hear mention of such terms as