He told me, and there was no reason to doubt the dying, That he had walked the plank, fought with sharks, Danced with mermaids, and he thought he’d lived his life to the full. Now he embraced just stories, he never abandoned words, Hoping they’d return the love he’d lived, And poetry would bring back … Continue reading The Last Story of a Storyteller’s Life. Part VII of Pictures of The Lost
Hooray, or Hoorah, we’ve all won … and we’ve all lost. What an extraordinary election result! I spent an evening as an outsider in a Stroud pub where the new Labour MP and his supporters were ‘over the moon’ celebrating his return and the election result. I am happy for Stroud, and Kensington, and … Continue reading A Jolly Good Election But What Does It All Mean?
A hark back to last October, what’s changed?
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I might vote for an ex-chocolate family philanthropist candidate? Then, I’m off on holiday. Confused and reluctant I tuned in late to the circus of Question Time to get some idea of how to vote. These are the fantastic UK election showcases, hustings where there is no direct debate, and where we are asked to … Continue reading So Who Should I Vote For?
A Tourist’s Guide to the upcoming UK election, by Paul Gallagher Yes, there’s yet another election. So many in so few years proves that the UK is the most democratic country in the world, and as every English child is taught, the birthplace of democracy.  What a difficult choice we have! So many … Continue reading Who Should I Vote For? Or Should I Go On Holiday?
Now let’s recount a sailor’s tale, Of a village girl who made her way to town to come to sit with mayor and crown, she went to the best balls, swam in a diamond sea of hopes. She was happy to be free, or so she thought, and so she was momentarily, Many times, … Continue reading Version Of An Icelandic Tale – Part VI Of Pictures Of The Lost
Paul Gallagher encapsulates the quiet horror behind the facade of an English family garden
Stories you never told me - Paul Gallagher
A bee never thinks how to be a bee, a fly never thinks how to fly, or be a fly, and we, we can be and we can fly, we can think and wonder why, but, no-one can ever tell us who we are or why we live, so we can choose how we fly. … Continue reading Be Poem
The Tate is currently hosting a Paul Nash exhibition. It is a strange affair. Though maybe it has a lot to say about our post-factual, post truth world. If you can see, how do you show the truth? Paul Nash was a painter, he was a soldier in the first world war, and was invalided … Continue reading Paul Nash – Beyond Reason?