We make them out of almost anything in this family. Anything that has some colour and if it doesn’t have colour then out come the colour pencils. I am not sure if it classes as a tradition but almost every book of the thousands here has their own. Some are charity thin cardboard paintings sent…
Fire
Perhaps it’s the three inches of snow outside that says ‘no grocery delivery today’ that made me think of warmth. Or maybe it was the fact that coming downstairs on a dark winter’s morning I was delighted to find the stove in the front room still burning merrily. And I wonder about opposites. I wonder…
And, after all, what is a lie? ‘Tis but the truth in masquerade. Lord Byron
A Brief History Of Lies A survey of a wicked, irreverent, serious, harmful, cruel and enjoyable (for some) side of human civilisation. Including quotes on lies and lying (good, bad and indifferent) from famous people who should know better. I wrote this book because of the new research carried out in 2005 and now improved…
Cartoons
I decided a while back that the perfect way to complete A Brief History Of Lies would be to add some cartoons to the book. Nothing complicated simple black and white drawings – but humorous. Since one of my friends told me the book was ‘ a bit dark’ when talking about how we lie…
Rock Running
Growing up in a coastal village in Cornwall the beaches obviously became a favourite playground. When the tide ebbs and ribbons of rock glisten with fresh sea water, seaweed, shell fish and rock pools the adventure of looking, searching, getting wet and clambering slowly transform over the year into a knowledge of not what lives…
The Sea
The child in the man
2010
We concentrate too much on time passing.
A Brief History Of Lies
This book started as an idea in December 2008. I thought at the time it would be a popularist book and that someone must have written something like it, but when I researched I found a lot of books on lies in particular areas and a few seriously academic books but nothing light-hearted, easy read…
Connections
Words pander to the literate. In doing this weblog I do not want it to become a kind of psychoanalysis, something to which I am not much given. Many years ago my mother told me that Ted Hughes used words as a form of therapy for some darkness within him. The reason why he is…
And then there was me…
I could say this is all new to me but words are my life and no place where words flow could ever be alien to me. It is more strange to be setting up a weblog that is principally about my work. Advertising has never been my forte but here it is, and here I…