Monthly Archives: November 2012

Cometh the hour, cometh the…..BOY. The previous seventy-nine minutes of the game had been muddy and ill-tempered. The bellicosity started at the first scrum when both front rows started punching one another and soon, the remaining ten ‘grunts’ were engaged … Continue reading →

I have been fortunate in having been asked to do many interviews on the internet since joining Face Book, about a year ago, but often the questions are more or less the same. It has crossed my mind that the … Continue reading →

Yesterday I attended what was termed, A Self-Publishing Summit. Those there, included the Directors of two Publishing Companies, both offering publishing packages and both of whom have left good positions in Traditional Publishers. A best-selling author who walked out of … Continue reading →

The intriguing and often hilarious mishaps of Spot, a sixteen year-old rotund boy and his mentor, Auntie Alice. http://askauntalice1872.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/the-trouble-with-spot.html

To feast my eyes on beauty is all that I would ask. If God was to give me that, blessed, second chance. To walk amongst the worthy and hear their calming speech, with my outstretched hand pressed forward, in hope … Continue reading →

Boundaries on maps, are like boundaries in our mind. How do you picture a tree, has it a trunk, branches and leaves? If yes, then it is the same tree that I visualize, but no two trees are the same. … Continue reading →

A dream is a story played out in our mind. It is a concept of reality that initially is only connected to us by thought, and as thought itself is a concept; it is abstract. Therefore so the story. As … Continue reading →

Women might want to read this and men might prefer not. This comment of mine is full of generalisation, but I shall not apologise for that, nor the English spelling. Women go through excruciating pain in giving birth to man … Continue reading →