On never giving up

There was a surprise tulip waiting for me when I arrived at the allotment for PhD writing this morning. Though Sarah and I had planted two hundred bulbs around the place and been expecting them to all be brightening our springtime by now, we’ve been quite disappointed so far. Hence my surprise this morning at …

In Defense of Free Speech?

Today I was in town keeping an eye on the place. Nothing unusual in that you might think. For some self-appointed reason that’s the kind of thing I do. But today I was there looking for fascists and making sure, in so far as I could, that they did no harm. All week a particualrly …

A sense of place? Thinking about home

It was an instinctive reaction to a post on Twitter. A photograph of somewhere else that made me think about Liverpool. A sequence of posts in Italian had finally arrived in Liverpool translated as: “Naples is magical – a capital city without a country.” “I know how that feels’ was my immediate and instinctive response. …