3 Thirds

Gil Sans is not a typeface myself or anyone else would favour generally for book work. In this occasion I thought it might work well. Alasdair agreed and Agnes was leaving the matter to us, so we went ahead. Other than that Alasdair did everything, as many versions and varieties of versions as were necessary. … Continue reading 3 Thirds


Chill with Agnes Owens – The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse, by Agnes Owens ‘Let’s go somewhere else,’ said Megan to her brother Bobby playing on the beach with his pail and spade. ‘Let’s go to the lighthouse.’ ‘I don’t want to,’ he said, without looking up. At three and a half years he had the face of an angel, but his appearance belied … Continue reading Chill with Agnes Owens – The Lighthouse

Smoking a cigarette you thought would be your last

Smoking a cigarette you thought would be your last Before you arrived, looking up, looking over, eyes downcast The clipped click of your heel on the New York cobble met Uneven, irregular, undulating, in the shining wet Seven for seven thirty, that's what I said Seven forty eight, that's not what I meant But smoking … Continue reading Smoking a cigarette you thought would be your last


It is  sad that Billy Connolly has dementia,.... seemingly. What will happen now, if it is true, he will go quietly. He will retire, the Daily Record will tell you. Google Billy Connolly Dementia, and there is a high level of activity from the world searching on that. How scunnered he must be, forgets his … Continue reading Brave