Kye, my nine year-old grandson, and I love football. When Torquay United play at home (and I am not overseas), we watch the match. We join the 3000 (yes, 3000 not 30,000) standing on the terraces in the relentless duality of being for one team and against the other. …
My hometown, Totnes, has rebranded itself, not intentionally, of course, for the third time since I came to live here in 1982. It’s in transition, too. I knew next to nothing about Totnes when I came to live here with Gwanwyn Williams and our year-old daughter, Nshorna. …
Transition Towns, Transition Streets Read More »
In public events, retreats, workshops and public talks, I regularly provide the opportunity for those who wish to join me at the front of the hall for an inquiry session. …
Dear Men, Sit up and take notice Read More »
In an earlier blog, I had written about my conversion of iambic pentameter as a beautiful form of poetry widely used in the English language – a metre of unstressed/stressed syllables. …
The heartbeat of the metred poem Read More »
I am due to fly out with British Airways on the overnight flight of Monday, March 29 from London Heathrow to Tel Aviv. Cabin crews of British Airways went on strike for four days last week and another four days starting this weekend including March 29. …
A Strike, A flight and a Hit Squad Read More »
