The Middle of Nowhere is also somewhere

The roads soon became familiar, agitating the silted depths of memory. It all seemed shrunken now, as I fixed my eyes on the passing scrub and its punctuating brick buildings, barns, compounds, grading sheds. Do I remember that? Is this where it happened? I questioned the bush, which sat stoically beyond the glass, a silent … Continue reading The Middle of Nowhere is also somewhere

Marlon Brando bit my calf and I smushed him

SOME LIAR once told me Ants is a-political, but let me tell you they go in deep for that us-against-them we've-had-enough-of-experts shtick. Whether they know they are politicised remains to be seen. You just can't have it out with them, mouth to ear, though actions speak loudly enough. It was Jean de Florette up there, … Continue reading Marlon Brando bit my calf and I smushed him

A Game to Play: Working-Class/Middle-Class

NOW this is a story all about how the prestigious game of Working-Class/Middle-Class came to be. It is said to have derived from a 17th century French schoolyard game called La Classe, C'est Crasse, whereby les enfants pauvres would take objects from one another's┬ámaison and order them from poshest to most common. The game grew … Continue reading A Game to Play: Working-Class/Middle-Class