Lost in Words

When I was a lad, I would wonder why Boxing Day was called Boxing Day?  No one in my family had an answer to it.  I came to what I thought w...

So, it's Christmas Day, and I'm writing a blog post.  It will just be a quick one today, because if you feel the urge to write, then...

My first job, other than doing errands and helping out at home for pocket money, was a paper round. I remember the cold dark nights and earl...

 A while back, someone posted the image below on Twitter X. It speaks for itself. We live in a world where you can buy a book, new, for a fe...

Amazingly, this is my most viewed tweet on Twitter X in 2023 and for a brief period, a few weeks after posting, it was trending.   It has 72...

Just to say right at the start of this Christmas post, the billion reads on Kindle Unlimited does not refer to my book. I wish! No, it refer...

Back in the 1960s and 70s, every house in Britain had one (at least) of these.  The tin rubbish bin.  This was long before recycling and dif...

Well, this will be ambitious. I came up with this idea, a blog variation on the twelve days of Christmas, ambitiously called the twelve post...

I finished reading Cheryl Strayed's book Wild a few weeks back and have been meaning to write about it, a review. As often happens, oth...

I was cycling through the local country park very early this morning to do some shopping, when I came across a bag of books. The park exit t...