Football comes back and there’s bound to be lots of grumbling about it taking over TV diverting airtime from the daily re-runs of old crap. I have already seen an ongoing rant about football contributing less to the economy than the Arts but getting more coverage. It seems to me that people who don’t like… Continue reading The Main Event
Political with a small ‘p’
I’ve recently been trying to maintain a habit of writing every day. Whether it be free writing, poetry, my journal (though I don’t keep that every day ) my travel book - yep, I’m working on one of those too, and less often at the moment, this blog. With the writing comes lots of reading… Continue reading Political with a small ‘p’
Four days in the life of…
I suppose I should be blogging. I have, after all, more time on my hands than I have had in recent months, though that time fills up with other stuff leaving the whole “time” thing illusory. Perhaps I should start be describing the last four days which has seen us run a number of emotions,… Continue reading Four days in the life of…
Introducing….. Cap Fenn ………….
I've been blogging for a while now. The Archive list will soon need editing. This space, the home of the SingleMaltMonkey, has become something of a potpourri. A place for rants and raves, political comment, a little humour once in a while, and a launch pad for a few creative ideas and finished projects. And,… Continue reading Introducing….. Cap Fenn ………….
I wrote this for my son about 10 years ago. Crocus 1 I threw you high and laughed at your delight, and higher still, till fear, sleek in it’s disguise, stole time in handfuls and we stopped. Or I did. Heading for home our Spitfires, all pencil ‘tash and lady killers, flew raids into head-on… Continue reading Crocus
Donne and dusted.
As part of London 2012 Festival, the cultural side of having lots of people run around a track as fast as they can, renowned theatre director Deborah Warner has been commissioned to create an installation encircling the coast of Britain. There will be a series of tented encampments set at some of our most beautiful… Continue reading Donne and dusted.
I've been thinking recently about the differences between poetry and song lyrics and posing the question when one works and where another won't. Anyway, I'll cogitate and spew forth on that later but for now I thought I would post up the lyrics for a song I have just finished. My songwriting is a steady process. I'm… Continue reading Copper River
What did you get from your father?
My father is not a vocal man, as a rule, except that he can still be fired up by the excesses of politicians or, on occasion, the injustices shown to fair minded men. Indeed, when I recall any in-depth conversation we might have had over the years then these are the topics which crop up… Continue reading What did you get from your father?