By: Lydia Crow Amused disbelief, derision, horror. We mock the trumped-up man-child. Laughter turns to fear, and the newspapers threaten tears before bedtime. And now, just waiting. Heads bowed, they shake in horror at this brave new world.
Category: Musings
Previously, On #EdFringe
By: Lydia Crow Wrestling with Vikings and picnics on trains; Whisky with strangers and ukulele refrains; Magic shows, Spiegeltents, comedy mime; Dirty Dick’s, disco naps, losing track of the time; Jazz, late-night burgers and a Space Hopper war; Festival Frolics and a jam-packed dancefloor; The Beautiful People with the dirtiest looks; Charlotte Square Gardens…
A Not So Vague Interview
By: Lydia Crow “At the right moment in time, at the point where I had finally secured a moderately average salary, in a city I loved which was filled with friends, and a freedom I had not felt for many a year, I decided to throw everything into chaos.” – Alexander Michael Crow …
Wild Rose
By: everylittlething Growing against the friendly grey stone wall of our garden is a perfect Mothers’ Day gift of 2013. Dog roses. They are new but already showing great promise. The rose, in all its forms, has always pleased me – except, perhaps, for the poor blue rose which no one has been able to…
Eggs
By: everylittlething As soon as the unsold Christmas items are off the supermarket shelves, the chocolate eggs appear for Easter. Theologically, I can see a link – but I suspect that God has very little to do with this commercial venture. I’m not pretending that I don’t get excited when I give and receive…
Dear Lydia (Letter from Nigel Downs, General Manager, O2 Academy Brixton)
By: Lydia Crow ShiverWrigglers may recall Lydia Crow’s letter of complaint to the O2 Academy, Brixton in early December 2012. You can read it online here. Well, Nigel Downs, General Manager at the O2 Academy Brixton, has replied. Here is his response in full: Dear Lydia, I can only apologise for not replying to…
Birdsong
By: everylittlething I listen for the geese as they direct each other over our home, from one feeding ground to another. I have tingled when I heard the swifts scream all around me. Winter sounds, summer songs, spring music, autumn calls – they are everywhere. Some grey days, when the world won’t come alive, are…
Sea
By: everylittlething Babar and Celeste, in a hot air balloon, survey the tiny houses, the field patterns and all of the pieces which make up the everyday patchwork of our lives, “And there was the sea, the great blue sea,” writes Jean de Brunhoff. How powerfully can a string of simple words convey a deeply…
Franchise Success
By: Lydia Crow “Well I do declare,” Said the man in first with a bowler hat And a rigid smile like the Cheshire cat, “That this here train has got it right.” “I quite agree,” Said the businessman with a business case And an important look upon his face, “And the engine’s such a…
On Meaning: An Interview (Part #7)
By: Patrick Read the previous part of the interview here. Interviewer: What about marginal cases, in which the person is – arguably – incapable of loving, such as a miscarried baby, or a person in a ‘persistent vegetative state’? Do these cases fall outside the category of those capable of living meaningfully? Do we…