Approaching the end of my annual sojourn of immersing myself more in Nature than the “real world”, I thought I’d learned quite a lot about both. An encounter with a loon, an advert, a gadget and bedroom slippers put a kink in my confidence-cum-conceit.… Read the rest
Like many of my (male) contemporaries, I have no objection to — and truth be told am happy to revel in — being called “a certified old fart”. I do, however take serious umbrage at the suggestion that age is by definition a deficiency.… Read the rest
As a seasonal offering, I like most Christmas songs, although I could do without having to endure them being blared out of cheap, over-modulated speakers in stores for weeks before the event. What worries me more, however, is the opportunities they present to the eager tribe that seems to wake up every morning hoping for something to be offended or outraged by.… Read the rest