So we leave the EU. Abandon the greatest peacetime project of all; the thing that stated that whatever our differences we recognise that deep down we are, after all, the same people. Instead of reaching out, we abandon and look away, because those in power see some advantage to themselves so lead the sheep there. We remove our voice in some paradoxical promise that we will find more ears.

Well fuck Brexit and its small minded, enclosed proponents.

I am of Earth, humanity, European, British, English, Geordie. I hope one day I will be in a society that fully reflects that.

Why do we call it a “bathroom” when the bath is the probably the least used fitting in there?

I’ve reached the conclusion I consistently over estimate the intelligence of the general population

Don’t think I’ve ever cheered a Supreme Court’s judge’s ruling before.

Seven

Seven. It’s a prime number. Is that important? It’s odd. Is that? In some cultures it’s lucky. It has a nice, round, feel. It is the number of years since you left. It feels like a point to turn around, in that roundness. In some ways I can pick any Continue reading

Light-ning North Visit

It’s becoming something of a tradition to have a quick trip north just before Christmas and this year was no exception as Heather and I managed to squeeze a couple of days in Newcastle into a crowded December.