Three score and ??? by Trevor Plumbly

I’m staring down the barrel of 78; old age has arrived and I’ve been collecting wisdom to compensate. There’s lots of theories around; for example, someone said (I don’t know who), “The thing about old age is that you can see the good in people more easily.” My research suggests that that’s a load of bollocks! That sort of sanctimonious crap belongs in Christmas cracker mottoes, or to old fogies wanting to clock up a few brownie points before the bloke with the scythe visits. It’s a bloody mysterious caper this age… Read More

Tempus F…it! by Trevor Plumbly

When the Get-Up-And-Go… looks like going, it’s time to get proactive; so in my autumnal years I’ve decided to check out my recently acquired twinges. These are not the pleasant twinges one associates with teenage libido, more like reminders that the essential bits ain’t what they used to be. The parts that functioned OK last year have started to send out warnings, so maybe it’s time to take stock. It turned out to be a good week for that: I had joint pains, some sort of episodic thing where my pulse rate… Read More

A Word from the Other Side by Trevor Plumbly

No Flowers by Request The day started out normally enough: tea in hand, talkback radio blaring (if you’re reasonably sane it’s nice to know what the nutters are up to) and the untouched cryptic crossword sitting like a cerebral kickstarter on the table. This pleasant little vignette of normality got a bit shattered when Pam announced, ‘I’ve just had an email from Glen offering his condolences on your recent demise.’ I considered this for a second or two. It’s not every day you get told you’ve conked it and the news quite… Read More