Yesterday I came across a little blue plaque in Hammersmith, its dedicated to Ellen & William Kraft. Being a curious sort of person and not having heard of them before I did a little research and found that this husband and wife were born into slavery in the American deep South, Georgia. After escaping the … More Home
In the past when I hit the pillow I was out for the count, in fact my sleep was more like a coma, it would have taken a thermo-nuclear device to rouse me from sleep until morning, until morning when I would wake up, without the aid of an alarm clock each day at six … More Apes, Hearts & Travel
I am listening to an eminent American Neurologist, he is describing how the human mind works, how memory is created and stored, how we use our thoughts, he gives examples of patients he has treated over a thirty year period to illustrate what he has learnt. He describes the starting point of being a … More Neurologically Speaking
I have always felt challenged by Art, from childhood I felt unable to create it, any attempt resulted in what I can only describe as failure on an epic proportion, my learning or lack of it left me without the knowledge or vocabulary to communicate with anybody beyond a very superficial level about Art. My … More Adam
I am at a party, the spirit flows freely and with it conversations, I am sitting next to a petite woman, of an age close to mine, she is blonde and slim, we have never met before, we are unlikely to do so again. Despite not knowing each other we talk intimately, perhaps the anonymity … More The OK Lady & Me.
