Life Story
Forethoughts
Whittling Our Niche
Whittling Our Niche
Imagine what one doesn’t see, Or hear, or feel, or experience, Through any one life On this blue-green globe. The choice we…
Snapshot Siesta
Depression sometimes overcame George, when he thought about his meanderings through life: one impulse to the next.
"Nowadays,” he mused, “Every young person I bump…
In the Beginning
Each and every example of human existence - a diversity of being, cooked up in a melting pot of nature and nurture - delivers a…
Book 1: Early Years
A New Life… Or Death By Abortion
A baby conceived out of wedlock, in the late 1940s and within the conservative surrounds of Yorkshire, could elicit a vitriol that any prospective mother…
Book 2: Aussified
All Done with Mirrors
Where an illusion is accomplished that is purposefully deceptive Those who grow up only knowing the sanctuary of their true forebears, often find it difficult…
Welcome to the World of Work
"Through the blood, through the mud, to the green fields far beyond!" I was just twenty and not long into my first real job, when…
Travels with a Talkative Lady
The love of my life (to that point in time) appeared out of a dance club melee, shortly after I arrived in Adelaide. I was…
Book 3: Breaking Out
New Lands and Fresh Lifestyles
Consciously or subconsciously, we all evaluate our progress as we move from branch to branch on our tree of life. This notion encompasses everyone: frontrunners…
Book 4: New Horizons
A Bruncle with Nine Lives!
The dust was still coming back to earth as we scrambled from the wreckage. There was a discord of voices in panic. People lurched from…
On To Africa… And Back to India
It was a strange looking humanoid object, carved from dark wood with stretched neck and bulging eyes: E.T. for the classroom! I never quite worked…
My Brother, No Less
It had been almost two decades since my unsuccessful attempt to find a father whom I had never met, only to discover his earthly life…
How On Earth Did You Manage That?
It’s been quite a journey from that baby brought home in the depths of a dark and severe Yorkshire winter, to my penultimate twig on…