I’m not sure whether I’ve been clear enough in my statements about my health. Mostly it’s great, sometimes it’s not. There are two reasons why, at least some of the time, my body is not quite not right. These are: simple, ageing (which is never actually simple), the brutal way I have treated my body over […]
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Te Wānanga o Aotearoa
Again, thanks to Cushla who started the process, I did as I was told, mindlessly followed her lead because she’s clever and she does things that are good and right, and she doesn’t mind including me. Followed her to do what? In this case it was returning to study, but not as I might have […]
Friendships – old and gone
It’s been an odd year for friendships. I’ve reconnected with people I went to primary school with over seventy years ago, and I’m constantly astonished at the longevity for some of my friendships. I guess the natural result of a prolonged existence is that, on quite a regular basis, one or other of my old […]
Alex Reed. Who?
Many years ago, I met a young actor named Alexander Reed. Actually, that’s not true, I didn’t. In those days he was a handsome, youthful, acting-obsessed fellow called Aleksander Ristov and we ‘did theatre’ together. Shakespeare, all sorts of stuff. His dream was to go to New York and to become Al Pacino. Instead, he […]
Edinburgh comes home
I’ve been to Edinburgh, but I don’t remember that much about it. I stayed in quite a nice hotel, small, and a bit classy. I had a nice first floor room that overlooked a rather elegant street. None of this was planned. The hotel just happened to be close to where my bus from York […]
Lexie ‘Online’
It has to be said that I love the Internet. I have no idea how we functioned without it because it’s like GPS. With my diabolical sense of direction I have no idea how I got anywhere before GPS but it seems I did because the facts speak for themselves and its all in the […]
Hogmanay 2025
When I was a kid, New Year’s Eve was a bit of a thing. I didn’t know then but where we lived was the wrong side of the tracks and brutally working class. It was post-war, the dawning of the 1950s, and everyone on our street lived in a state house. Most of the families […]
Dreaming ~ Never Recant, Sin
Walujapi carved a snakelike track Along a cliff-face Planted an impression of her buttocks When she sat This was her camp This was the beginning The beginning that never ended (not yet anyway ~ big bang) The dream of me Rests That dream of you Lives Mists residing in rock crevices Trees (that oxbow lake, […]
Vision from Gaza
I met her On her road to Damascus Or so I thought Sun shone on the grit sand Glint owning shards of light Spreading them like a warm disease of the mind She wore her hair in unfashionable ringlets Screwtapes missing That was not all Something else was Not quite right She was pretty Hard […]
Weaponise Difference
Add this to the litany of reasons I am excluded from any governance roles, the latest: I’m a Matheson. Seems there’s a limit, a maximum, to the number of Matheson’s you can have at any one time in any one organisation. Remember – it’s important – management is doing things right, leadership is doing the […]
