Posts Tagged ‘memory’

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 [...]

I am a forgetful man. Years of smashing wooden boards with my head to entertain crowds of school children has left me somewhat redundant in the memory department. Remembering to write a blog everyday is often quite challenging for me, I feel like that poor eejit in Memento, the one that tattood his whole body [...]