Damn spot

to the theatre….where I and my learned friend saw King Charles III amid grey heads and rustling sweetie packets. What a brilliant play, truly fabulous. I have always loved Robert Powell since his Jesus of Nazerath days (he can not blink for an unfeasibly long time you know, a rare gift) and tbh that was theContinue reading “Damn spot”

Arnold’s song, or total recall

How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it theContinue reading “Arnold’s song, or total recall”