‘The Truth must dazzle gradually, or every man be blind’

Out and about on dull errands in drizzly unfestive England today, I thought back to last weekend when I was in Paris. The Dickens line, 'a tale of two cities'  has never seemed so accurate. Paris has always been my quick getaway for me time to reboot. I've never taken for granted the miracle that is Eurostar, to hop on a train in London avoiding airport mayhem and arrive in the centre of Paris in less time than it can take to get to Newcastle. I've even been known to go for the day, where a few hours tricking my senses with different food, streets and sights can make me feel like I've had a fortnight a million miles from home. How different these two Capitals have always felt from each other, and now more than ever after the recent killings in Paris. After a peaceful, relaxing and invigorating weekend we arrived back at Gare ...

‘An Essex Epiphany’

By Friday, October 10, 2014 0 Permalink

With the by-elections in the UK being dominated by UKIP publicity I had decided to avoid the results for as long as I could. Not being a compulsive phone fidget or living my life online it was relatively easy, until friends starting texting me because they know what I'm like. Mea culpa. For someone who swore off politics I do seem to spend a lot of my waking moments (and some sleeping ones) concerned with it. Who'd have thought Clacton would ever generate headline news! You can read all the 'what lessons can be learned ' dross in the press or listen to the pundits and academics dissecting the results ad nauseum with stats and comments we've heard a million times if you really want to wallow in negative energy, and make yourself miserable about the state of the nation. How ashamed we should feel to have in parliament someone who represents disenchantment. I felt dissapointed at ...

‘The Party Line’

By Tuesday, September 30, 2014 0 Permalink

Around this time several years ago the boyfriend said quite out the blue, that I should return to my first love. I snapped out my trance like state staring at the party conference on tv and looked at him in confusion. "What"? He pointed to the screen."Why pretend? Politics is your one enduring love, you fight it and stayed away but maybe it's time to admit you hate it so much because you love it, and go back to it all". He was right of course, he knew me, and loved ones are annoying like that! Naturally, I ignored him and cut my nose off to spite my face! Until recently. On the eve of October, the cusp of Autumn, it seemed apt to catch up and blog about the current state of play on the political scene after the Scottish referendum and in light of the political events over the last few months. It ...

‘Anyone who can only think of one way to spell a word lacks imagination’

By Saturday, July 6, 2013 0 Permalink

Naughty Mark Twain... One should not encourage incorrect spelling. This matter has recently become my bête noire, and something I did a few days ago is further proof. I corrected someone's caption and subsequent comments on a photo sharing app. So, you know the type of thing, inane banter or the sharing of in depth personal information back and forth between strangers who either type badly or are illiterate. Or both. Adults who use American teen speak, and would abbreviate the word 'so', if it were it possible. The word in question has no American alternative and had been mispelt each time someone made the comment, perpetuating the error, and it was beginning to make me twitch with annoyance every time I scrolled down! So I added the correct form. In capitals. No one seemed to mind or mention it. They probably just wondered why I had written the word in a different form. It all seems so ...