life
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Oxfords, Not Brogues
By all accounts, Reginald John Blacklock lived a very ordinary life. Known simply as John to his friends, he was characterised predominantly as diligent, strongly principled, often prickly, and entirely dependable. John was born in 1942, with eyes of blue,… Continue reading
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Only a Fool or a Child
Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer was a film I admired greatly and enjoyed a lot. I saw it a few times in the cinemas, and thought the cinematography, technicality and direction were excellent. That said, I rarely have thought about it since.… Continue reading
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Sometimes, It All Just Gets a Bit Much
Life’s a funny old thing. One moment, you’re careening through the world, feeling on top of it all. And the next, you’re frustrated—then confused by your frustration, then angry that your frustration is confusing you. It feels like a sigh… Continue reading
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Down and Out, on the South Bank and Docklands
Not long ago, I shared in a truly spontaneous and beautiful night. To celebrate a university friend’s birthday I went into London proper, to join him, his nearest, and his dearest for a night on The Town. I arrived late,… Continue reading
The Eye of an Archer 