Thou Art Alive: Not Liking Shakespeare
Andrew didn’t like Shakespeare. “Well,” he said, “when I say I don’t like Shakespeare, I don’t mean I don’t like Shakespeare, I mean I wish I did like Shakespeare. I just can’t get on with him....
Andrew didn’t like Shakespeare. “Well,” he said, “when I say I don’t like Shakespeare, I don’t mean I don’t like Shakespeare, I mean I wish I did like Shakespeare. I just can’t get on with him....
You wouldn’t argue with a force of nature, would you? You couldn’t argue an avalanche into a change of course or cajole a bolt of lightning not to strike. You couldn’t, by argument, stop the...
The red nose helped. The ancient and august cathedral helped. Acoustics sublime. The Steinway helped. The genius playing the Steinway helped — that’s you, Will. (Pickvance to any as yet...
I screech to a halt at Lairg because I’ve been starting to think about lunch or at the very least a tea break on my journey from Lochinver to Thurso and this new-build, glass and wood, loch-side...
Kate – not her real name – was a fully qualified Primary School teacher. She loved the work. She was confident in the classroom but now, after having taken a break to have children, the time had...
I’m talking about when ‘it’ all seems so suddenly clear. Like in the shower. Why? Is it because when we turn on the water we’re earthed, zap, straight to the core, and with the flow of water...
What we say. It goes well with those shoes. What we want to say but don’t. Are you going out in that? What we say. You’ll be fine. What we want to say but don’t. You know how you’re dying? What...