On Festive Buildup

It’s less than five weeks till Christmas. Now that I’ve shocked you, I’ll say I’ve noticed that this week there’s been something festive in the air, and I’m not just talking about the various colds going around. It’s certainly got to me, and as the week’s worn on I’ve felt more and more Christmassy. Perhaps … Continue reading On Festive Buildup

Dusk in Cambridge

Dusk in Cambridge. Above the jumble of ancient church spires and modern concrete monstrosities, the sun begins to dim and slowly sinks from view, swallowed by the desolate fenland to make way for the heavy cloak of night. And with the dark comes the quiet. The market stalls are long gone, lectures are finished and … Continue reading Dusk in Cambridge

“With the usual apologies”

“The B.E.F. Times” was one of the incarnations of the publication that started as “The Wipers Times” in the British trenches in the First World War. Amongst the horror and carnage of that war, the writers – front-line soldiers – proved the cathartic power of comedy and satire, subversively poking fun at their superiors and … Continue reading “With the usual apologies”

On the Fairies at the Bottom of my Garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwAyAZ25TWQ NB this article contains spoilers as to the true nature of Santa Claus. It was a Christmas Eve when I was about 10 or 11; I was sat sorting tree decorations with my Mam in the living room. Gradually the Wilson household had developed the tradition of putting up the tree and decorations in … Continue reading On the Fairies at the Bottom of my Garden