Was Orwell 36 Years Early?!
"In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” - George Orwell. I recently stumbled across the English author's above philosophy. The stumble didn't cause an injury serious enough to file a compensation claim against the quote. I thought I'd raise the incident, though, to warn of the jeopardy of meeting a philosophical... Continue Reading →
Sketchy
I wrote recently of a new creative avenue I've started wandering. These tentative inaugural steps undertaken in the pastime of primitive art. Etchings drawn to accompany a whimsical quip or social comment, not to exhibit any prowess with the pencil, of which I'd be the first to admit I'm not technically gifted. Yesterday's drawing was... Continue Reading →
When Less Is More
Despite existing on a landscape with the largest number of global media channels in history, today I've pondered whether any previous world crisis has manifested such widespread confusion amongst the populace. Attempting to pick wheat from the multitude of COVID chaff on both online and legacy communication conduits is, quite frankly, as challenging as picking... Continue Reading →
De, Do, Do, Do…..
Yesterday evening, lockdown rules in certain areas of West Yorkshire and Lancashire were tightened again, following reports of COVID spikes in Greater Manchester and Yorkshire pennine mill towns. The only certainty about these new edicts, affecting around four million people, is the uncertainty they create. From what I understand, the populace in those areas cannot... Continue Reading →
