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The Tankerton bus drew up. The passenger door opened and the bus settled down with an emphatic hiss. No one left and no one came. It was high summer. The driver shut off his engine, opened the half-door of his cab and emerged into the sunshine. Pausing in the doorway, he yawned and…
This is by way of being an apology. Etiquette dictates that those intending to dump their girlfriends or boyfriends should seem to apologise by employing the simple formula, “It’s not you, it’s me.” Passing a few hours online the other day, I happened across a rather attractive T-shirt for sale which bore the message,…
As life plods inexorably on its way, one might as well get used to the notion that some of the characters who once seemed to be part of the very fabric of society will recede into the background; they will flicker, fade, and then perhaps disappear quietly for ever. Among them are clearly some figures…
The older I get, the more I wonder at certain of the people around me, the things they profess to enjoy, and the way they behave. In some respects, I confess, my puzzlement is my own fault; I simply cannot be bothered to find out. It was like that all those years ago when, at…
Already this year I have spent three months in France and I plan to be there for at least another two. Next year I imagine it will be even longer. Inevitably, with these extended periods abroad, I began to wonder exactly where I belong – a question which, at my stage of life, comes as…
Alan West tries to break the habit of a lifetime When a friend asked me to join his new club, I admit I was a little dubious. What sort of a club? I asked. Well, it’s a bit like a Women’s Book Club. My friend had been impressed by his wife’s book club, which meets…
Doesn’t everyone occasionally indulge in escapism? However rewarding life may be, we may want to slip away from it, now and again, just for a while. The one solemnly meditates; the other just daydreams. I admit to having tried at some such moments to slip into another dimension. The microscope provided a glimpse of the…
If there are such things as retrospective anxiety attacks, then I have just had another. I am talking about sudden flashbacks, often of close shaves, where the memories momentarily send shivers of anxiety down one’s spine. So, occasionally, I will get a flashback to that moment when, as a teenager, I am clinging to a…
