The trains that now pass my rail side apartment Are duller than they used to be during my blush years Dirty greens and dying browns are the order of the day Bright vibrant colours no longer illuminate my sombre rooms

Darius died on the sixth day of June withered and enfeebled I has not been aware of this until I received a letter From Carol Ennis-Jones telling me the sad news She further asked me if she and her mother might visit me As they had a proposition that they wished to discuss They asked […]

Drag Me to Hell was the title of a book that I began to write But it will never be published as I have abandoned it It lies in many parts in my bedroom cabinet And that is where it will stay Much has happened since my previous essay on the 1934 Lights First of […]

Benni and I would walk to the beach And sit on the high drift dunes We would then remove our shirts Nothing was said and we did not Look at each other As that was forbidden We just stared at the sea

In November 1934 there were reports of strange lights In the night sky high above the Norfolk Broads It was reported in the Daily Mail but aroused little interest I was certainly not aware of it when I moved to Wroxham With my wife just over ten years ago Jan having been an only child […]

You have only one book on your shelf Ralph Why is that Because I like to explore the spaces away from books I am interested in the spaces created by their vacancy What is your book about Cinematic Dead Time Cinematic Dead Time Yes What is Cinematic Dead Time I am a Thief Why are […]

Where does that door lead to Douglas It is not a door If by chance you opened that door Then you would plunge five floors Probably to your death Are you telling me that those are lift doors Yes I have never seen an apartment With its own lift They are quite common Does it […]

Farewell happy fields Where joy for ever dwells Childhood memories A paradise now retired

I was born in the Gloucestershire village of Main My father ran an Inn named The Richard Perkins Sissy and I grew up in this lovely rural village My favourite memory was when there were no blacks And the village only contained vivid and bright colours I often dream of these far off almost forgotten […]

Interesting Spiders and I have been together for six months She looks very like Demi Lovato and is often mistaken for the singer I met her in New Haven in Connecticut where she lived with her father Although he was a decent man who was a top professor at Yale Interesting Spiders felt rather neglected […]