The last Great Debate of 2008 was about whether the best version of Hallelujah was by Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley or Alexandra Burke. Person...

Seeing as it’s Christmas I suppose the nicest poem I’ve written ought to be plugged. I’m still quite happy with it, especially the first and...

I am more or less always seven minutes late for work. It’s quite uncanny. The strange thing is that it doesn’t much matter what time I leave...

Via Random Distractions and Muddy Island I find this Telegraph story : Oxford University Press has removed words like "aisle", ...

Often when reading or considering Bible stories I find myself wishing they were true. I use the word ‘wishing’ advisedly. Not believing they...

Simiain’s queasy fantasies about making pillows stuffed with his own hair got me thinking. Wouldn’t it be a wheeze to put the pillows in th...

Haircut on Saturday, what a chore. Better than the dentist or the MOT obviously, but much worse than say, sorting the recycling. I got an at...

Apropos of poets laureate , I was the other day listening to a recording of Ted Hughes reading February 17 , which describes in horror-porn...

No sooner have I left the big house than it is invaded by crazed philosophers. I know a thing or two about crazed philosophers. There were ...

Over on Thought Experiments I was challenged by a passer-by to write some verse about the broke bankers. I intended to do something in the s...

It's been so long since I posted I've almost forgotten how. Anyway, I'm making a slight return to blogging, in case anybody stil...

The least worst bits of Think of England... Flotsam The dogs on St Mary Street howl The Bright Lights, the Desolate Shores Men and guns Ed, ...

Introducing Pavement Panto™ Deeper into Pavement Panto™ Teenage Gangs Advanced Gun-Sticking Official recognition for PP on the BBC Der Stra...

...is a time for repeats .

Liverpool and Lyme .

A short autumnal piece has been added to Think of England: The Bonfire Men .