A Hole in my Bucket

A Hole in my Bucket

Is it still sung in junior schools? The song still echoes in my mind as I contemplate the request to write a Review of my new plastic bucket. Oh yes , the web ‘feedback loops’ for customer metrics even extends to requesting feedback on the purchase of a bucket.....

Traumatized

It didn’t start well. The show was hung, and the private view was going well, but I was starting to feel increasingly unwell. One of the visitors said my painting made her heart sing, but I was inarticulate, barely able to hold a conversation, not an intelligent one...
Wrapped in the Flag?

Wrapped in the Flag?

I was brought up a ‘service brat’. I am the son of a man whose adult life, from age 16 to 53 was spent serving his country. My father came from a poor background. Grandma and grandad lived in a council house in Bromborough in the Wirral, just across the Mersey from...
Surfs Up

Surfs Up

There were only half a dozen cars at the barn. The sky was bright on the left, grey and a sullen blue black on the right. I hesitated, wondering whether discretion was the better part of valour, but then lifted the cameras from the car and set off down the track...