THE SMALL THINGS

Despite the fact that I was pretending to be very butch about it, I was rather dreading hitting fifty. I know it’s only a number and it...

I wrote a long and rather serious and possibly controversial blog today. Then I stared at it in doubt. Did I really want to wade into t...

I’ve been feeling a bit ropey for the last few days. People in the village say there is a bug going round. But I don’t have time for bu...

I am being a bit hopeless and goofy at the moment, so I’m feeling a bit hopeless and goofy. The hopelessness and goofiness did not aris...

I love reading journalists with whom I disagree. I think it’s very important, to keep that creaking old mind open. For years, I’ve read...

Comedy of Errors. I missed my Shakespeare yesterday, as the day galloped away with me. This day was almost galloping too, but I stern...

I’m thinking of writing a sequel to The Happy Horse. This is partly because I love writing about horses, and partly because people seem...

I start on The Comedy of Errors, which is another play I do not know at all. To my absolute astonishment, on the very day that Donald T...

The astonishing thing about confessing to weakness is that it brings a renewed wash of strength. I still don’t really know how this hap...

I’ve been rather wrought low over the last couple of days, so I did not even read my Shakespeare. This was an act of folly, since he ma...