Monthly Archives: October 2011

The elephant in everyone’s room

Nobody talks about death. Not really.  They talk about how to avoid it: don’t smoke, eat less, exercise more, give money to medical research – as if immortality were not only the Holy Grail, but almost within our reach. They … Continue reading

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Hanging yourself on a hanging phrase

Big enough to sleep in, Mr Boddingham believes he might just have a claim on a new world record. I’m thinking of starting a collection of similar gems I find in places that should know better. This one was in … Continue reading

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Political playtime

Why can’t pollies behave themselves? Or is that hopelessly idealistic? See, I was brought up in the belief that privilege entails responsibility: that if you get the goodies that go with rank, status, trust and probably a certain amount of power … Continue reading

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Sneaky pleasures

Everyone knows that one of the cardinal sins of writing is the use of clichés, proverbs, trite sayings and similar hackneyed truisms, all guaranteed to send your beloved manuscript straight to the shredder accompanied by rude noises and unprintable expletives. … Continue reading

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Living dangerously

One of the joys of living in a small town at the end of the line, where the road stops at the sea and no one passes through on the way to anywhere else, is that nothing much happens and … Continue reading

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The Creative Catch-22

When I was a student and balancing the joys of food against the luxury of taking the bus in wet weather, I was on intimate terms with the secret language of Positions Vacant ads. Flexible hours, for example, meant the … Continue reading

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Welcome

When I was little, my mother had a drawer in her dressing table known to the family as Mum’s Untidy Drawer. I doubt even she knew what was there. It was like the memory game you play with random things … Continue reading

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