I’m not sure that I’m qualified to say what I was like as a child. I think I was a pretty awesome little kid. Maybe I was a tiny bit stubborn and potentially had anger issues but I know for a fact that I was hilarious and entertaining. My view of me as a child is probably slightly skewed as I just remember the nice, crazy fun parts. Endless summers, strawberries, sticky buns, mess and laughter. I don’t ever remember thinking, “What am I like?” “What is this life?” “Why am I mixing talcum powder and cucumber in this pestle … Continue reading The inner child
The build of anticipation as you tentatively ease that little red straw from the tube of marble doom! Who didn’t love playing Kerplunk as a kid? It was always the game of choice on rainy afternoons when I was visiting … Continue reading Kerplunk!
If time travel became possible I know exactly where I would be heading to first, I would almost certainly be tempted to go and roam the earth with a family of Triceratops or a Parasaurolophus, inclined even to walk the … Continue reading Childhood Bliss
Red Dwarf is a British, comedy, Sci-Fi series that began in 1988, following the adventures of Lister, the last human, Rimmer, his hologram bunk mate, Cat, a highly evolved feline, Kryten, a rescued mechanoid and Holly the ships ever so … Continue reading Boys from the Dwarf
The power of a scent, fragrance or aroma is incredible to me. It can make you recoil in horror, make you feel happy and warm and it can recall upon memories that you didn’t even know you had. The smell of bacon wafting through the house reminds me of Sunday mornings when I was a child. My Mum would be in the kitchen, singing, cooking breakfast. My Dad would be in the front room listening to some awesome music, 10CC, Creedence Clearwater Revival…and my brother and I would be wandering around being cute. Moth balls. Admittedly these do not have … Continue reading What’s that smell?
Here is a poem from one of my favourite books of poetry, which I have had since I was a child, The Fireside Book of David Hope 1984. Mary Rebecca has a special friend whom none of us can see, She always gets invited when Rebecca comes for tea; She doesn’t like to wash her hands and never eats her bread, And always wants to start to talk while grace is being said. When the meal is over she’s the first one out to play, She hurries from the table without asking if she may; She likes to play at hide … Continue reading Poetry rewrite..