Life Story
In the Beginning
Each and every example of human existence - a diversity of being, cooked up in a melting pot of nature and nurture - delivers a…
Give me a child at seven
It could be true for most people that later life is grounded on childhood experience. At seven, George enjoyed the country lanes of sometimes sunny…
All Done with Mirrors
Where an illusion is accomplished that is purposefully deceptive Those who grow up only knowing the sanctuary of their true forebears, often find it difficult…
The half-time turning point
Soon after returning from Europe, I was confronted by the stark truth that I qualified as a bastard. The news hit me like a sledgehammer…
On To Africa… And Back to India
It was a strange looking humanoid object, carved from dark wood with stretched neck and bulging eyes: E.T. for the classroom! I never quite worked…
Vagaries of the tree of life
Perhaps more by luck than sound management, George had navigated his way to Australia, then across to India, back to the UK, and on to…