The radio comes to life on the bedside table, switched on as an alarm clock. It’s 6:45 in the morning and I roll over to check the time. The red illuminated numbers say just what I expected and it’s time to get up. I throw back the duvet and hang my legs over the side … Continue reading The skin I’m in
Get off my land
It is often heard said that money, or rather for the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil and this may well be true. It is very difficult to turn a blind eye to the huge discrepancies between those who have more money than you could ever wish for and those … Continue reading Get off my land
Woken early
I was woken early again this morning. It was still raining and I could hear it against the bedroom window like handfuls of small pebbles being thrown against the glass and the drip, drip, drip of the water overflowing from the gutters. It seems to have been raining for ever. I knew it was early … Continue reading Woken early
In praise of great sales people
Many people fear getting caught out by a sales person, afraid that they will be talked into buying something that they didn’t want and didn’t need. But they need not worry as this impression is far from the truth as a professional sales person is there to help you obtain a product that most suits … Continue reading In praise of great sales people
The equaliser
It comes in a small box about 20 centimetres cubed, just a bit bigger than a tissue box. The top and the two non-functional sides are covered with an appealing light wood veneer and there is a matching handle on top. This is the two way model. Four, six and eight way models are also … Continue reading The equaliser
Dead wasp
There is a wasp caught in the headlight of my car. It is dead I hasten to add, desiccated and shrivelled up but with its compound eyes pressed against the outside glass of the lamp facing the front as if it has been watching where I have been going. What if it has? Can you … Continue reading Dead wasp
Seventy percent
The vast majority of the cells in my body don't belong to me. They belong to other forms of life, as much as seventy percent I'm lead to believe. Some of them are parasites but most live happily with the real me, the one you see, in a symbiotic relationship. The first group, the nematode … Continue reading Seventy percent
On the train
There’s nothing romantic about getting the 5:56 train from Newcastle Central Station to King’s Cross. The station is cold, a still cold like you feel in a cave or a cathedral of stone, iron and glass. The station is a thing of beauty with its impressive stone portico and its curving arched platforms but at … Continue reading On the train
I never set out to be read
This is my one hundredth blog, one hundred articles in one hundred and twenty three days, over forty thousand words, almost half a novel. I accept that most of it has been rubbish but there are some bits here and there which I have enjoyed and a couple of which I am quite proud. I’ve … Continue reading I never set out to be read
Paint
It started with a trip to Block and Quayle for five litres of emulsion. A colour no longer off the shelf but available to be mixed, a flat white, tinted and shaken to become green earth, a greyish green like damp potting clay. It replaced the sandy yellow on the walls, lightening and brightening the … Continue reading Paint
Thoughts from a Guerrilla Worker 