How a novel begins.


The last stop – how a novel happens. Berlin Diary – Summer 2012. How it started. I walked into the sunshine from the old East German airport, still called Schönefeld. (Beautiful Field). It shouldn’t still exist. It had long ceased to be fit for purpose and is now being renovated. Back then it was trulyContinue reading “How a novel begins.”

Mystery Moments in Old Age


The key slid in the lock with its usual slight resistance – or did it? Wasn’t there a different feel to his apartment door? How would he be able to decide that? He knew he imagined things and then often had to admit they were unverifiable. That was to be expected at his age, butContinue reading “Mystery Moments in Old Age”

60s Teenage Angst 2 – The Red House


The Red House A red house, in Gander Green Lane, was not lost not lost on smart school kids, as a clash of colour identity. ‘I wonder why it’s called Gander Green Lane,’ Paul asked. ‘It sounds like an old name, from the times when one shoed geese to get them to market,’ I offered.Continue reading “60s Teenage Angst 2 – The Red House”

60s Teenage Angst 3 – Workplace


Little Town Blues – or why I became a science teacher. Little Town, Essex. Real name – Stanford-le-Hope. Better named back then, Stanford-no-Hope. A just reminder that the ‘good old days,’ were actually, crap! The pictures of it look great, now! Put Stanford-le-Hope Fertilizers into your search engine and check out images. Not so pretty!Continue reading “60s Teenage Angst 3 – Workplace”

My Grandma was a most amazing girl – part 1


 My grandmother, Aunt Joan and father. (1932) 16 Apr 2016 by 6 Comments  © Clive La Pensée There is a much-loved German children’s song. It starts, ‘Meine Oma fährt im Hühnerstall Motorrad’. Translated freely one gets ‘My Grandma rides her Honda in the henhouse, and the chorus is, ‘My Grandma is a most amazing girl.’Continue reading “My Grandma was a most amazing girl – part 1”

My Grandma was a most amazing girl – part 2


Aunty Joan – #metoo – nothing new! That summer’s day, I saw my great uncle Ray for the last time. I knew I would never see him again, so it was a chance to get a few questions answered. The one I chose to open with received such a baffling and horrific answer, that IContinue reading “My Grandma was a most amazing girl – part 2”