By Ray Wilson Saturday, May 6, dawns, and the skies are battleship grey. My brother and I are busy learning the art of motorcycle maintenance, and it is beginning to rain. I turned up early to get as much done as possible while my missus was at the farmers’ market. “Let’s have a coffee,” Rich
By Ray Wilson It’s Sunday, April 23rd, and I spent a couple of hours walking in the hills with my dog. The grey skies are clearing, and there is a mere hint of the sun breaking through the clouds. My wife is braving the delights of the town below. The frantic construction of 5G towers
By Gavin Ashenden When one of my previous bosses, a university vice-chancellor, wanted to show his contempt for a problem, he would dismiss it as a “theological” issue. I always thought this showed a lack of a grasp of both history as well as theology, but then he was an economist. Coronations usually throw up
The Fourth Turning By Ray Wilson I was on my weekly visit to see my dad and my brother Rich, and we were talking about our aunt Sally. Sally is a martyr to her legs; she has always suffered with them since she was a child. She puts it down to being almost bombed out
By Ray Wilson I was sitting on a bench and listening to one of my favourite street performers. It was a late Sunday afternoon, and it was warm in the sunshine. “Hi there, Si! How’s it going?” “Yeah, all right, I guess.” He told me about his Sundays and how he really enjoyed spending a
Fratres: Expurgate vetus fermentum ut sitis nova conspersio, sicut estis azymi. Etenim Pascha nostrum immolatus est Christus. Itaque epulemur: non in fermento veteri, neque in fermento malitiæ, et nequitiæ: sed in azymis sinceritatis et veritatis. “Brothers: Clear out the old yeast so that you may be a new dough, since you are unleavened. For Christ
Introduction I recently sent an email now posted online as My campaigning swan song. That withdrawal from campaigning has been set back by the arrival of an unexpected and unsolicited NHS appointment for a potentially disabling or even fatal Covid booster jab, which also faces friends and family of my same age cohort. I really
Snow settles in Sussex By Ray Wilson A local newspaper reported that “parts of Sussex have been blanketed by snow today (Sunday, December 11) following freezing temperatures across the county.” Facebook posts on that Sunday evening mentioned that cars had been queuing for hours on the A22 and were crawling along at a snail’s pace.
Improperium exspectavit cor meum, et miseriam: et sustinui qui simul mecum contristaretur, et non fuit: consolántem me quæsivi, et non inveni: et dederunt in escam meam fel, et in siti mea potaverunt me aceto. My heart hath expected reproach and misery: And I looked for one who would grieve together with me, but there was
By Ray Wilson I have engaged in many philosophical chats with my friend Petro over the years. A long time ago, he said that he didn’t mind if he died at 65. At the time, there were rumours in the media about a cull of the human population. A few years earlier, Dr. Shipman was