Life’s too short

So it's a new year and as everybody gets moving again there's the usual talk of how determined people are to make this one different. Resolutions about personal change, 'this is finally the year when...', future goals being resolutely set. A world full of determination to make the best out of difficult times. 'Determination' - …

All is quiet on New Year’s Day

As I set out on the first run of 2013 there is hardly anybody about. I could have crossed and recrossed the Smithdown dual carriageway at the end of our road several times before the first car appeared. And all the way round the rest of the run, apart from a Dad and his two …

And in the morning, afterwards

What a day. Let's remind ourselves of its significance with the words of David Conn, the Guardian journalist who has waited so long to be able to write this: "Since the Hillsborough independent panel published its report on 12 September, blowing away the myths and police lies about how 96 people died at the FA Cup semi-final …

The story of A Sense of Place: An interlude

As I thought about and started to write this it was early December 2012. The time of the year when people are starting to think and ask about 'What have been the best things?' In fact, someone had just asked. And amongst much else, this has been one of the best things of the year. …

When the racing cars came to Liverpool

You could hear them from the street where we lived. The high pitched whines as they braked, cornered and accelerated. The racing cars, practising at Aintree. Just three miles away across the fields. We so wanted to go. And good enough, our Dad took us. He'd been more of a bikes fan, going to TT …

A perfect day

One of the most read posts on the blog this year has been 'Busy doing nothing.' Written on  a balmy early summer's day, this celebrated one of the great joys of self-employment. The freedom to do nothing, if all else is well, and if you feel like it. Today was another such day. Not balmy …