I don’t think I’ve done one of these yet, or recently at any rate. So here’s a Wordle for this blog:

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So, what conclusions can one draw from the word frequency? I’ll leave that to a brave commenter.

J


Lunchtime Thought

The faith of Christ is the faith of the common man. An intellectual has to overcome his own precious precociousness to understand it. Even those who mock the faith by calling it a “meme” pay homage to its enduring power and infinite appeal. It is a model that explains as much of the universe as


Trailer Trash

With the exception of numerous jokey references to the gravel tones of the ubiquitous voice over man, I don’t think film trailers get much love in comparison to the rest of the cinematic offering. Saul Bass worked wonders over the opening credits, Drew Struzan distills the heart of the story into a one-sheet poster, and


Bl**dy Kids (Or, What I did on my ‘olidays, part 1)

I’m more open to trying things of late, apart of course from the proverbial form of stick dancing and the less than education-related product of British public schooling.. I tend to find it enriches life without the attendant risk of bruising or prolapse. It also affords a chance to understand where one’s capabilities lie. I’m


Bonfire of the Quangos

Having imposed myself on the World-Wide Web for over fifteen years now, I should really know that trying to inject facts into a heated debate is folly. But no, like the dog getting nostalgic for his own upchuck I still wade in having mustered the dual battalions of Knowing What I am Talking About and


Getting nekkid in a strange smelling room

I need to apologise to one and all who’ve enjoyed my company over the last fortnight. Unavoidably any conversation has been interrupted by some terribly robust coughing on my part. Three weeks ago, I journeyed to my GP after a night of breathless insomnia. The consensus was I had an upper respiratory infection that was


Dispatches from Mancunia (Pt. 2)

Ah, Scotland. Never again will I complain of your preference for operating towards the cooler parts of the temperature scale. Well maybe until I’m blessed with a body shape that doesn’t exhibit all the hallmarks of the greenhouse effect. Yes, Manchester was still too bloody hot. I was granted enough of an overnight respite from


Dispatches from Mancunia (Pt. 1)

I used to joke that when it came to temperatures, I’m a bit of a reptile. Of course, in my natural Caledonian settings, that often meant that I could quite comfortably accommodate the cooler (viz. ‘witch’s teat’) temperatures that Scotland enjoys. As a wise person once pointed out, Scotland is on the same latitude as


Drug Free (and Scheming)

Thursday 6th of May is going to to be an important day in my life. It’s the last day of my anti-depressant use. There was also some kind of election, but that’s possibly for another day. The past two weeks have been among the most personally productive of my life, especially when the necessity of


And the Vote goes to…

One of the incidental benefits from being off work due to problems coming off my meds means that I’ve been able to give some serious thought to where my vote will go in the coming General Election. As it stands — and there is a possibility that it even might change at this settled stage