Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Fishing in the Rivers of Life

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  • Who Pays The Ferryman

    September 21, 2025
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    A look at how social media turns chaos into profit and why controlling the flow of information matters far more than restricting it.

  • I’m alright, Jack

    September 20, 2025
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    A piece about South Norwood, belonging and the uneasy feeling that the sudden wave of flag waving signals something far darker than simple patriotism.

  • The New Dark Satanic Mills

    September 19, 2025
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    A look at how free speech has never truly been free, how context shapes everything we say and how tech power has turned words into fuel for a new industrial revolution.

  • One at a Time – Lady in Red

    September 18, 2025
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    A woman in red, a flash of drama and the kind of moment that appears for a heartbeat and then is gone forever.

  • Trump and Circumstance

    September 18, 2025
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    A look at the strange mix of precision, pageantry and melancholy that turns British ceremony into something halfway between nostalgia and theme park fantasy.

  • Panasonic Lumix S9 Review:

    September 18, 2025
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    A review of the Panasonic Lumix S9 from the perspective of a photographer who still values an eye to a viewfinder more than a flip‑out screen.

  • In God We Trust

    September 14, 2025
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    From foxholes to modern politics, this piece explores how both sides cling to their own righteousness and how compromise has become the real casualty.

  • What’s in Pandora’s Box

    September 13, 2025
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    If only we could capture anger and use it as fuel, for lately there seems to be no shortage of the stuff. It and its twin hate seem to be at the heart of the reactor as social media rages away to become a perpetual motion machine that not only violates the law of conservation…

  • Selfish Eyes

    September 5, 2025
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    Perhaps I no longer know who I am, and why the sudden revelation, you may well ask. Perhaps for far too long, I have considered what I do so intrinsically ephemeral I feel it has no value when it does not clear my high bar. One that I so rarely reach. I assume, like all…

  • Farage,The Joker’s on Us

    September 5, 2025
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    Uneasy Déjà VuI have an unpleasant feeling of déjà vu washing over me, and rather like seasickness, a bad curry or a good laxative, it’s making me feel rather queasy. It’s the same kind of feeling as having an endowment mortgage coming to term, around the time as all around you, the financial world burns.…

  • One at a time – Dogs Bollocks

    September 4, 2025
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    One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s the turn of Dogs Bollocks. I think this picture is the dogs’ bollocks, but I would say that, wouldn’t I? Joking aside, it’s a great example of how street photography can lift the mundane daily life…

  • One at a time – City Briefcase

    September 4, 2025
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    One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s the turn of City Briefcase. The light struck me as I was walking to the bus stop on my way home from the office. I was tired, but the rays energised me in only the way…

  • Hang On

    September 4, 2025
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    Hang on, mate,I’m old, not obsolete,Still rather nifty,Still on my feet. I’m nearer fifty than seventy,Yet you’re convincedI’m running on empty. Last year’s model,That I may be,Yet there is no shortage ofAbility. Give me a chance,Still, I can danceAnd carry a tune,Yet you want to banish meFrom the workroom. When all is told,Do I make…

  • Abnormal Service has been resumed.

    September 4, 2025
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    Hopefully, you have noticed that things on the blogging front have been a bit quiet for the last three months. If you haven’t, hello. So what caused radio silence for a quarter of a year? Was I kidnapped by aliens? Was I held against my will and forced to knit a tartan scarf? That hardy…

  • Snail Sorbet

    June 19, 2025
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    I’m never happier than when I’m writing, except when I can’t think of what to write. When I’m in full flow, time disappears, my anxiety melts away, aches and pains evaporate, and I forget about all that ails me. It’s a perfect mental sorbet that seems to cleanse the sensory palate. Sometimes, words pour out…

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