The Roots

Last night I schlepped all the way to our local grocers to buy a vegetable for carving into a grotesque and hideously terrifying lantern. Skipping around the students agonising over which variety pumpkin to buy (presumably for the same purpose), I presented my ugly, ruddy-cheeked turnip at the cash desk and the shopkeeper gave me […]

September reading

Decent haul on the reading front this month. The novel for September was one Ian R McLeod’s Wake Up And Dream, a book I’d bought almost a year ago, read (and loved) part of and then had to put down for non-reading reasons. I then waited for a suitable period of quietness that’d allow me […]

Christmas, a Word (…dog)

Feeling right Christmassy now after last night’s WordDogs Christmas show. Kudos to those plucky few – performers and audience alike – who braved the weather, thanks to Fressh for being wonderfully generous hosts and special commiserations to Santa for severe image-blackening he received on several fronts. All the readings – from Mo Blake, Ian Hunter, […]