I've always felt that there is the need for a hero, someone who acts altruistically, someone to look up to. I'm not talking exclusively Superhero here, a hero doesn't have to be "Super" and not someone to whom we can all abdicate our own responsibilities but a figure who leads by showing a good example … Continue reading Wear leather and carry a big knife…
I went to my favourite local pub at the weekend, I stood at the bar and the young man behind the bar came over to me and said, "Are you alright there?" "Yes," I said, "I'm fine, how are you?" "Oh, I'm alright," he said, "What would you like to drink? The penny had dropped … Continue reading Are you alright there?
Come this September I'll have travelled sixty times around the sun, seemingly endlessly looping around the star as it in turn circumnavigates the galaxy which is itself wheeling through space on its own course. It's enough to make you giddy. It is true though that the older you get the more you do realise … Continue reading Let’s talk poetry
I started to write a piece about September: September; the summer is over, the days are noticeably getting shorter, there is a definite autumnal chill in the air, not every day, but some days and especially in the mornings. September; leaves are turning, falling; nature is shutting down some of its systems to ride-out the … Continue reading SeptVember Song
On Friday 29th September I went to the London Palladium to see The Zombies performing their 50th Anniversary show of Odessey and Oracle, an album released in 1968 but recorded in 1967, hence the 50th anniversary. I was there with Marysia and Przemek, keyboards and guitar respectively in the Warsaw based band, Signal To Noise … Continue reading Two Concert Weekend
Lubię jesień, lubię czas przejścia. Wietrzne szare poranki, gdy nadal w powietrzu jest trochę ciepła. Zimne, jasne poranki, kiedy uważasz, że zima jest niedaleko. Piękne, ale trochę smutne. Dzisiaj szedłem do pracy w deszczu. Nie padał deszcz bardzo mocno, w powietrzu niewielki opad deszczu. Miałem parasolkę ze sobą, ale nie chciałem jej używać; podobało mi … Continue reading Odważni chłopcy, nie płaczą…
In the summer months I like to sit-out in the garden as the light fades and watch the stars appearing. Tiny points of light, unimaginably far away but bright enough to be seen across those vast distances. It's easy with the aid of a reference book, or a computer program to look up and say, … Continue reading Taxi to the Stars