They had arranged to meet at the usual time and place. Seven o’clock at the Blue Angel on the last Monday of the month. They had kept this arrangement for several months and would often meet on other occasions as well, but had this regular date to catch up with each other’s news, to talk about work, life, love, the past, present, future and anything else that came to mind.
A few drinks, a huge meal, a few more drinks followed by the much younger David usually driving the much older John home as he would have had a few more than was absolutely necessary. …
It’s September and children are going back to school soon, if they haven’t gone back already and there’s that feeling in the air that summer’s now over. It’s lovely seeing children in new uniforms being taken to school by their proud parents. It can be difficult for the parents, but perhaps it’s even more so for the children.
I know it’s something that we have all gone through — though perhaps some time ago — but spare a thought for the children as they face new beginnings in their young lives.
How brave are they to be going to ‘big school’ on their first day? …
It’s not about buildings nor uni degrees
It’s not about money nor hugging some trees
It’s not about Trump nor what’s now the alt-right
It’s not about Brexit nor looking to fight
It’s not about politics nor the lie that’s post-truth
It’s not about Facebook nor engaging youth
It’s not about oil nor the internet trolls
It’s not about tech nor the setting of goals
It’s not about power nor conspiracies
It’s not about business nor sexualities
It’s not about immigrants nor the fake news
It’s not about war nor the lifestyle you choose
We’re all simply people who want to be loved
Afraid of rejection Not being enough
When the world has gone crazy
And we’re nearing the end
What do you stand for?
No time to pretend
What will be left