You might think this is a bad time of year to be an atheist. It certainly makes me feel a little shifty (well shiftier than usual) to sing ‘Lo he abhors not the Virgin womb’ with a straight face*. It … Continue reading
Is there anything left to speak of love? Surely the minstrels and the troubadours serenaded it all to their damsels, centuries ago; lingered beneath their balconies, stroking their lutes and singing of the myriad delights and horrible miseries of love. … Continue reading
February 13th. I am dazzled, frazzled By the vajazzled array. Cupid’s lurid display. I blink, can’t think. I delve the shelves – The cards wink, flash, splash: Scarlet garnet cherry Berry-reds, fleshy pink. Silver crystal … Continue reading
This week I have been talking to a lot of seventeen year olds about what to do with their lives. This is part of my actual job, in case you were wondering. It isn’t a hobby or anything, stopping sixth … Continue reading