Posts Tagged ‘childhood’

Toe to heel, toe to heel, toe to heel they shuffled, heads bowed, utter concentration, chins almost touching their chests, intently watching the their feet for the slightest of mistakes, the count could just be heard above the lawnmowers and far off screams of the little ones with less important issues to solve.
One, heel, [...]

You know the face that kids get when you tell them to stop doing something they shouldn’t be doing? The same facial expression they get when you tell them to stop sellotaping a slinky to the cat. It’s one of dissapointment, one of resignation, it doesn’t quite contain regret, but it let’s you know that [...]

As the years flow by the things that scare me have changed somewhat, some of them have changed quickly, some of them less so, and some haven’t changed at all. When I was young some of the stuff that freaked me out was often quite straight forward, the dark, the man up the road that [...]

Ladies and gentlemen, As it is a Friday, and as you may or may not know, I do like to stretch myself a little on this most wondrous of weekdays. I have to tell you all a story, a story that may shock, may bring tears, perhaps joy, but definitely wonder. It is the story [...]

I knew an old eccentric woman who lived up the road from my mother. She wasn’t mad, she was different. I called her Nobbles, I don’t remember why. She had so many plant pots in her back garden that you could barely open the back door. I rearranged them for her into tidy plant corridors, [...]

When I was a lad growing up in the suburb of black Calcutta, we used to pass the time in very odd ways. There is only so much to do when your locked in a vacancy, so we tried to make every summer evening count. When your heroes are Ricky the Dragon Steamboat and Face [...]