Another Swell Adventure
This time the swells are in the North Atlantic Ocean. Not that they are as daunting as the ones …
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I Had a Dream…
“Never tell your dreams. What if the Freudists come to power?” Stanislaw Lec It wasn’t a particularly inspiring — …
The Best of Both Worlds
I don’t know which those two worlds are supposed to be–it’s one of those expressions that always mystified me, even …
Deja Vu All Over Again
Don’t you just love irony? Especially when it happens to someone else. Well here’s your dose for today, my treat. …
A Cow At My Door
Living on the Main Street of a little country hamlet like Wilmot is nothing if not charming. Never before …
Bigger on the Inside
A word about my new Tardis: old. When I say ‘my new Tardis’ I mean, of course, it’s new to …
In Which I am Living in an A-Mazing Bunker
I am writing this from a bunker in Wilmot, Tasmania. The bunker is in the form of a maze, formed …
This Old House
My brain has been on a single track lately, and I’m not altogether certain whether I am, at last, hurtling …
In Which I Am Being Harassed By a Machine
It would be amusing if it weren’t such a bloody nuisance. Imagine, if you will, being phoned daily by a …
A Surprising Announcement
No, I haven’t bought a house, or a new shop. This is an announcement of …a new blog! Yessss. I’ve …
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