Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Personal Reflection

  • Yet I’ll not go gracefully into the sunset.

    The Fear of Losing My Trade Dogs bark, children cry, men moan, and writers write. Or do they? Do politicians and bricklayers wake up in the middle of the night in the fear that they have forgotten their trade? I do. The fear that by the time the next dawn chorus breaks, I will have…

  • Extending ULEZ is making criminals out of the leftie middle-class

    A Fish-and-Chip Shop Revolution Now, I only nipped in for cod and chips, but now my ears are getting a battering. And I don’t know about you, but whenever I consider hotbeds of sedition and anarchy, I picture Pancho Villa and dusty encampments in Mexican deserts; Che Guevara’s sweaty jungle camp in Bolivia, or Rick’s…

  • Dog Moves in Mysterious Ways

    The Ceremony Begins You never picture yourself at one of these ceremonies, but if you did, it would be like this. Cold, damp, and overcast. Perfect. As it should be. I always feel that the sun has no place here today; it feels too much like it’s trying to put the fun into funeral. I’d…

  • I Was Going to Write a Brilliant Piece…

    I was going to write a piece — it was going to be brilliant — then I got distracted, and I forgot what I was going to write. The Drinking Problem You see, I’ve been drinking; it’s been a shit year, a shit week, and a shit day, one made all the worse by an…