SONGS AND SCRIPTS AND DUNKING BISCUITS
Every day tales of a winging-it creative
Category: Travelling
-
For those of you about to read this blog beware, I may not be who I say I am. I may not even exist. I only mention this because over the last couple of months, authorities in my country have yet to be convinced that my identity is genuine. In this world of identity theft…
-
On the 31st October, I returned to my hometown after spending the previous four months – eighteen weeks in all, or 126 days if you prefer – living from my sisters spare room in northern Cumbria. This was not planned, or at least not for that long. I expected to be away for a couple…
-
As this weird period of my year continues in my sisters spare room, waiting as the legal palaver grinds on and on for my new property 130 miles away, I try and find new ways daily to fill the hours. As I have been here in Cumbria since June 27th (94 days if we’re counting)…
-
This coming Friday I will be moving out of the house that I have lived in since I was eight years old. The biggest part of my lifetime has been spent within these walls and I am the only one of my family still living here. It feels like the right time; I of course…
-
I am currently sorting through a houseful of ‘stuff’ ahead of a potential move in the next couple of months. De-cluttering is the modern phrase for it. Throwing out crap is what some may prefer to call it. Fortunately I don’t have much crap, but certainly a lot of stuff that should have been thrown…
-
In his early 60’s my father, who had lived most of his adult life working as a lorry driver driving the length and breadth of Great Britain, discovered the blues. The blues of the deep south, people like Robert Johnson, John Lee Hooker (below), BB King and Muddy Waters. Having spent most of his life…
SONGS AND SCRIPTS AND DUNKING BISCUITS 