Thrown out onto the streets. A massive stroke. That car you never saw as you ran across the road. Realising that your best option is to take  your own life. […]

Depending in the ebbs and flows of fortune I find myself in incantatory fashion intoning ‘Trust God,,,trust God,,,trust God’. And yet I feel that God is tired of my endless […]

I they took an arm, would I still be me? Of course.
Both arms? Well yes, still me.
What has to happen for me not to be still me?

Winter’s low-hung sun casts long shadows across the fields and streets of this serrano town.

Oxford University in 1978. I was there for two days of interviews to study Poltics, Philosophy and Economics. My straight path to join the elite was interrupted by a bug and I did not let on.

A laboratory will be looking at what runs inside me this week. My life-force will be reduced to numbers and hummed and hahed over by scientists.

It’s beginning to sound a lot like Christmas. There is an almost imperceptible tensioning in the air. This year it feels like an exam I have to pass. But this […]

Tonight I went to see a friend give a concert in my local bar. There were lots of friendly people there and much, much love. On my way home, buffeted […]

Branches lit by street lamps whirling in a cold winter wind. No other soul around. Just me. And I thought about how God must be there too.