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  • History Homework

    Having tried a story in seven tweets once, I quite liked the challenge. So here’s another for your delectation and delight. 1 The Captain was finishing a coloured picture of a new species of fly. His ship rocked gently under a hot sun. 2 As he added the last brush stroke there was a little… Know More

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  • A Tale in 7 Tweets

    I was struck by the notion of David Mitchell’s (not the comedian) attempt to create a seven tweet story. Each tweet the usual 140 characters or less, including spaces. Below is my own foray into the form, the Twitter version of a haiku-like constraint. 1. ‘Rainin’ in my heart’: The song bounced off the bone… Know More

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  • Unkind cutting

    I haven’t written a blog for some time and with this one I am breaking my flow of childhood reminiscences. I was talking on Skype to my son in Japan. I said that once you hit seventy you have a prevailing picture of the Grim Reaper, scythe glittering in the sunshine, walking down a long… Know More

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  • I am a Camera

    I was an advisor to the British Board of Film Classification for ten years, bridging the twentieth and twenty first centuries, a member of a lay panel that debated public concerns regarding children’s viewing habits, trying to establish guidelines that might help parents. Everyone’s life has threads that only become apparent in retrospect. This one… Know More

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  • The Day Trip

    ‘Oh where are we going,’ asked the children, staring wide-eyed at the driver.‘Far, far away,’ came his wicked-smiling response.‘Will there be sweeties?’ They asked as one.‘Everything you always wanted. Just settle down and don’t ask questions.’ With that he turned to the steering wheel and the doors closed with a metallic clang. The vehicle grunted… Know More

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  • Looking for Eric

    I cannot be compared to Eric Cantona, either as a boy or a man. I would never have progressed beyond the school football team and I never did karate. But I like to think I am a better philosopher. I might even be a better actor. Anyway, bridging to the last blog-post and the search… Know More

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  • Autobiography: to have been or not to have been

    I tweeted recently (@profjacksanger) that ‘The past is but a blank page on which the historian writes fiction.’ In many ways, the business of autobiography follows suit. We re-write our histories incrementally as our lives progress so that they fit and augment our circumstances at the time of writing. Whether we recognise it or not,… Know More

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  • The fruit of knowledge

    There are windows in our lives that open momentarily and shut forever. They reveal where we have come from and point to where we will eventually go. Like angels balanced on the points of pins, we are given a gift of knowing and then it is taken away from us. We are young and in… Know More

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  • Sanity not vanity in the author

    Ok, think about a bordello. Think about one of its rooms. Think about what happens inside it in microscopic detail. There is a sperm with its single imperative. Where’s the egg? Oh there it is. Isn’t it huge? Like a sun about to supernova. It must beat its tail harder. It’s a marathon and a… Know More

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  • A Room With Two Views

    I am in Soho, London. The sun is bright but does nothing to mask the purgatory of the city’s coagulated humanity. I know that I must be seeing it like a Martian because I have been a mountain man for months. I have overwintered beside a wood burning stove as the snow piled ever higher… Know More

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