London, October: in search of meaningful rebeginning

St Pancras to Kings Cross station Walking from St Pancras to Kings Cross, I’m eager not to keep John waiting in the train station bar, but also to not appear out of the sync with the pace of London. There is also an anxiety about ‘getting it right’, not missing another sailing ship. Coming toContinue reading “London, October: in search of meaningful rebeginning”

Novara Media’s ‘2024, the year that ‘Woke’ died…’

So the reason I wanted to think about this on my blog, as opposed to writing about it on a social media feed is for how easy it is to fall fowl when using certain language on there. We all know that. Indeed this is exactly what Novara are discussing in their 2024 round-up. WokeContinue reading “Novara Media’s ‘2024, the year that ‘Woke’ died…’”

YSP: a requiem for a dream

Yorkshire Sculpture Park: the citizen’s park that never was The following views are about an insider, albeit of no particular significance to the organisation, who wasn’t disgruntled, but who lamented and mused from the gallery benches over what this place could have been. I spoke recently to a friend about how travelling by a cityContinue reading “YSP: a requiem for a dream”

Neither here nor there – somewhere only fleeting.

I stand at the railway station anxiously tensing my stomach to look as flat as possible, arms tight and reluctant to leave their position next to my rib cage. It’s all so familiar, countless adulthood hours stranded in discontent at nearby transport terminals, waiting to be delivered from this daily dis-ease. A kind of inertia,Continue reading “Neither here nor there – somewhere only fleeting.”