Needful things by Trevor Plumbly

It happens as a matter of course and, as is the case for most blindies, the sound of breaking stuff doesn’t come as a huge surprise to me; what the hell, a wineglass or two ain’t much in the scheme of things. But some stuff is glued to my daily routine, essential to maintaining the remnants of my sanguinity. Broken toys So I was somewhat annoyed when the radio and my newest iPad took a dive. A falling radio, I’ve discovered, makes a fixable sounding thud, an iPad, however, lands with an… Read More

Bellyaches and pains by Trevor Plumbly

I’m OK . . . but? In my advanced years I’ve noticed the conversation range is narrowing somewhat; not to put too finer point on it, it’s getting bloody boring! It’s like when the pension arrives; broad based conversation does a bunk. I find discussing my, or another’s, internal well-being a bit limiting. I mean, the majority of us greet each other with a polite, ‘How are you?’ and up to the age of 60-odd you get an equally polite and brief reply, but, with age, you run the risk of hearing… Read More

Pies, lies and liquids by Trevor Plumbly

Cod’s liver and codswallop Medical science and I have always had what I believe folk now refer to as ‘issues’. Looking back, I realise that my childhood diet was a mass of contradictions: I was expected to shovel down bread and dripping smothered with salt at the same time as receiving daily dollops of ‘Cod Liver Oil and Malt’. This gunk was reputed to provide all the nutrients a growing lad needed; it failed and I remained semi-emaciated and host to every facial blemish in the book until late teenage. Diet for… Read More

Thoughts on guilt by Trevor, Susan and Emily

Not guilty by Trevor I’m not sure why guilt was ever included in our wiring system. Apart from acting as a religious crowbar, it just doesn’t seem to have any use outside the law. For the rest of us, it’s a pretty useless part of the emotional locker. I formulated this theory as a child by discovering that you either got away with it or you didn’t; given the former, there’d be nothing to worry about and in the latter case, I was going to cop it anyway so why clog things… Read More

It ain’t me babe by Trevor Plumbly

You say you’re looking for someone It’s such a blatant excuse for gang hypocrisy that I was surprised to find ‘the big picture’ still quoted. This was on an application for board membership that I was thinking of submitting: the successful candidate would need to be able to articulate strong views, be a team player and, most importantly, be able to see ‘the big picture’. I might have one of those virtues, or even two on the odd occasion, but expecting me to have all three at the same time is a bit… Read More