After retiring from audiology some years ago, Susan’s finding life’s pretty good with lots of time to do what she likes. That includes walking, reading, having coffee with friends, and a bit of activism thrown in. Also, day by day doing her best not to worry too much over the many threats to our gorgeous planet.
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Meet Trevor. He’s had quite a colourful career, from his early days as a pub manager in Tunbridge Wells he went on to become Dunedin’s leading auctioneer. Trevor is a published author and was something of a TV personality in the 1980s as a regular panellist on a show about antiques.
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Emily is very loud, and has really bad taste in cheesy pop music. When not at work flogging goods to the public via advertising and marketing campaigns, she can be found hiding from her partner and children at the local pub. If you’re easily offended or don’t appreciate the constant use of profanities, then you probably shouldn’t read Emily’s posts. You have been warned!
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Angela has had many roles in her life including: schoolgirl, student, daughter, friend, civil servant, wife, lover, mother, manager, magistrate, landlady, teacher, grandmother, blogger, editor and proofreader.
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It seems to be a human tendency to look back on the way we were in the past somewhat fondly, through rose-tinted glasses in fact. A variation on the age-old “things were better in my day!” can be heard wherever and whenever a group of oldies gets together. This enhancement of memories of how good we were compared to how ghastly the current generation is, has been going on since the beginning of recorded history. Back in the day In the 8th century BC Hesiod said: “I see no hope for the… Read More
My brain has passed the R&D stage; these days I prefer the more frivolous things in life because too much reality can get depressing at my age. The process hasn’t been entirely voluntary; most of it was forced on me by the media’s insistence that short, sharp jabs of unpleasant news would make me more aware of what’s going on. It seems, to me anyway, that lately shock/horror is weighing too heavily in the balance of daily news. What was once considered bait for the tabloids is now rammed down our throats… Read More
There are some English words whose meanings I find hard to remember. However often I look them up, they float unfathomably away from me. Here are a few of the worst culprits: Inchoate The first letters of this word don’t indicate a negative because the word comes from Latin inchoare, which means to begin. Inchoate things are just beginning, only partly in existence, imperfectly formed. Unabashed This word is one where the positive version did exist but has fallen out of use. To abash meant to perplex or embarrass in the late… Read More
A crossword puzzle clue led me to discover a 17th century game still played in pubs in England. A model of the head of an old woman is put on a metal spike and players throw battens or sticks at it. The object is to knock the head off the spike. In France the game is called jeu de massacre (game of carnage), in England it’s known as Aunt Sally. With the blessing of the PM In 2011 the inaugural Aunt Sally Singles World Championship took place in West Oxfordshire, with the… Read More
Following my insightful piece on the subtleties of the law, I’ve been asked to turn my thoughts to other matters that affect our lives. Things like sex. Birds, bees and bollocks I admit not many people actually indulge in sex on a daily basis, but there’s still a lot of it about in one form or another. Popular thinking suggests we should learn about bonking early; for me, it wasn’t considered important. In a school that served more as an incubator for misfits than a place of learning, sex education wasn’t considered… Read More