Having imaginary friends is, like being afraid of the dark, something that you’re supposed to grow out of. According to conventional wisdom, by the time you reach adulthood you’re supposed to be grounded in the real world – whatever “real” means – or grounded enough, at least, to focus on the flesh-and-blood people who inhabit… Continue reading Life with my Imaginary Friends
It was bound to happen eventually. After years of getting by with a creaky old computer that probably wasn’t even good for spare parts anymore, last week the inevitable happened: our PC conked out, packed up, gave up the ghost. Sorting out a replacement is taking some considerable time, as is generally the case here in… Continue reading Stepping off the Information Superhighway
I’m currently going through a dippy-hippie, getting-back-to-Nature phase. I do, occasionally. It’s never more than a passing interlude – trying to attune oneself to Mother Nature is trickier than you might think, and I don’t have either the patience or the money to shop around for ecologically-friendly washing-powder or hemp soap – but it nevertheless always has… Continue reading Learning by Doing
Writing, eh? On good days, it’s more fun than a box of illegal fireworks. On bad days, it’s like having a tooth extracted without anaesthetic.
There were times when I thought I’d never make it.
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