Bits And Pieces Of The Past

Between facebook reminding you of something you posted years ago every day and the fact that internet never forgets anything (wayback machine anyone?) every so often I get a reminder of my gramps. Not that he was big on facebook or anything – that would be impressive, but because I …

Poem: Blank Look

Blank looks are reminders that you’ve forgotten again. Start again. We drank tea late at night telling me stories that you’ve forgotten now. I remember. Mum died of cancer. Dad was a postman. You are a forgotten hero but only forgotten by yourself. Start again. They didn’t understand, we did. …

Christmas Is An Odd Thing.

Christmas is an odd thing. I mean, less so, I suppose if you’re Catholic or a Christian denomination but for me, an at-best-agonostic, who works in retail, with a long history of shitty Christmases, I find it a bit odd. I worked today – it’s Boxing Day – except it …