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It has been a strange tour of service, these past three years, showing the ghosts of the Camel and Pilot around the world for which they fou...

Sometimes I get worried about my obsessions, especially when they lead me astray and I get clobbered with hexually-transmitted diseases. I l...

I have not watched anything of any great length now for several weeks. The dark nights had fled in terror of the sun, leading me into tempta...

On a morning with the promise of another warm day, I have taken myself off to a small town in Dorset, not too many miles away. And there, wh...

Here is a BBC news article that has made me jump for joy this morning, (this fine spring morning, as the days march on towards summer.) ...

The days pass faster as the light lengthens. I still don't know why this is, and I've seen it many times now. Winter seems to take t...

I had passed through Wincanton, seeing the time on the clock-tower as ten past eight, and walked out of the orange streetlights into the dar...

I am worried that I will never be a great writer. I try and try, I practice incessantly, I make the letters line up properly like words, and...

Once more into the blue-green-red, dear friends, once more into the spectrum This is it, the final part in the trilogy, the end of my specul...

I have become a compulsive diarist. I use a local instance of Apache on my laptop and desktop machines to run a couple of Wikis into which I...