Harry Boyer

My new relation found through a DNA website has constructed a family tree which in turn has had me ruminating on my forebears, or at least some of them.  My Grandad Harry died when I was very young, my recollections of him are sparse & would fit on the back of a postcard ( a … More Harry Boyer


With my ever advancing years there are few things that I find more satisfying in life these days than a darned good rant. Now in my book a rant is an invective filled tirade of a thing, replete with expletives and language from the gutter, it should go on for an extended period and inculcate … More Rant

Women are Poems.

Akka Mahadev, 12th Century Karnatakan Poet, who went around naked. Clothes she felt were aesthetically unnecessary. I like the sound of her & was also rather struck by her idea that every woman is a poem. Here’s one slightly silly rhyme I’ve knocked up. with apologies to Mahadevi. The March of time wears down hard … More Women are Poems.