I wrote this story on the train, the same day that it happened at the end of May 2014. Here it is, typed up ten months later: On this mild but quite sunny afternoon the bench on the railway platform is vacant. Vacant, except for a large dog lying down on the ground near a... Continue Reading →
On being barefoot
Six of us - all only sometimes naughty children - crept out of the thatched holiday lodges in the middle of the game reserve before dawn while our respective parents were still sleeping. The planned great escape sprung into action as each one collected their fishing rods. There was muffled laughter at the... Continue Reading →
Self-promotion, strangely enough
Sources of Joy - Days 36 and 37 Note: All graphic material on this page is the sole copyright of Toni Le Busque, who so engagingly illustrated my brief but informative memoirs in Scatterling. Seeing as she had so much fun drawing them, I am, as far as I know, the only one who is... Continue Reading →
Rethinking Facebook
Private and Personal I freely admit that up until very recently I answered all translator forum polls regarding Facebook with the comment that I reserve Facebook for friends and family, and use ProZ, LinkedIn and Google+ and, to a certain extent, my blog, for interaction on a professional level. I had this idea that I... Continue Reading →
Scatterling —published!
Have barcode, will publish Proof that with a bit of help from CompletelyNovel in getting the barcode to appear on the back cover, even techno-eejits like me can self-publish. Scatterling is published! Click on the image below to read online: I hope you enjoy the preview enough to buy your own copy. The format and the print... Continue Reading →
Scatterling, the book
A potted story of me so far As memoirs go, mine are intentionally short. They are composed of 45 stories. Each story is around 150 words long and has a cartoon drawing to go with it. This is about the right size of book for the kind of life I have had so far. I... Continue Reading →
Salad days
The salad accompanying the grilled piri-piri chicken and fries fairly stood up on the plate. Fresh crisp lettuce; tomatoes which smelled like tomatoes in the vegetable patch after the rain. The sweetness of the sliced onion compelled me to pop a piece in my mouth almost before the plate had settled on the table. Normally,... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 