The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.


Remembering my innocence 2

It was the grownups in my life that dissolved away my innocence. Continue reading

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Remembering my innocence 1

Can you remember the first time you realised the world was not safe and lovely? That grownups lied? That sickness came to good people? That some people were bad? That there were wrong things happening in your town about which grownups did nothing? That your body could be frightening? That violence was ugly and painful to behold? Continue reading

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Mystical story – Lovelight

The youngest Lord of Creation sat with his head cradled on his arm and doodled at the table around which all the other Lords of Creation were having a meeting. Continue reading


A horrible memory came to me

I wrote my self righteous post on Disciplining children. Continue reading


In-flew-enza is coming along smartly

When I was a teacher, I once got a sick note that said “Johnny will not be in class today as he has flew” Continue reading


Salutation to the Dawn

Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life. Continue reading


My mother at nineteen

My mother would have turned 104 this year. She wrote this when she was 19. It’s beautiful is it not? Continue reading

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Tawny owl

When we came to the UK from Africa, I was under the mistaken impression England was full of beautiful cuddly animals all living in peace in the gentle countryside we saw all about us. Continue reading


Without a voice

The morning of the day I was supposed to teach a workshop, I woke up with no voice. Continue reading

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Is the UK too hostile to immigration?

Is the UK too hostile to immigration?
What the hell kind of question is this? Continue reading