During this morning’s walk my dog stopped in front of an elder tree – one of many trees in a plantation that seems to be a mixture of oak, elder, ash and beech. It was marginally larger than the others around it and the only one not to have its trunk cased in plastic. She sniffed it and went to move on to the next one – then abruptly turned back and sat, in the pouring rain, staring at this tree with her head cocked and her tail wagging like it does when she thinks she’s going to get a biscuit.
Several attempts at writing this entry and all of them upset and preaching. Pinter’s got this covered beautifully: Don’t look. The world’s about to break.
It’s difficult not to. It feels wrong to look at the news the world over and to throw your hands up and say, ‘No more – I don’t want to see’. It’s a luxury to be able to do that. Continue reading “Don’t look.”
A long time ago, we used to be friends
This week, the site www.opendiary.com closed down once and for all. OD, as it was affectionately known by its many users, was one of the earliest social networking/blogging sites out there. Here, have a link to Wikipedia. It was a surprisingly innovative site – maybe not as well-known as Live Journal, but it solidly paved the way in a few areas.
Ladies and gents, this is not my first blog – I wrote over at OD, under various pseudonyms and at various levels on privacy, for about thirteen years, on and off. It was more of a journal than a blog, though. I certainly didn’t hold back on subjects there that I don’t even mention here.
C’est trop tôt pour hurler!
Eight am on a Sunday morning and I’m sat in my front room listening to an angry man having an argument on his mobile phone right outside my house. He’s yelling in French, which makes it sound that much more impassioned. It’s also very loud for first thing on a Sunday. Continue reading “C’est trop tôt pour hurler!”