Pogue, I wrote you about “The Gift” last week, then I read what someone else said and thought, yeah, he’s got it.Wic
Dear Pogue, You and I have little problem giving each other things. Gifts. You'll agree that it's nice to receive something especially if it's unexpected. Flip the coin and I think it's always uplifting to give a gift that is well received and, I believe, brings as much pleasure as receiving one. But not everyone … Continue reading The Gift
Dear Pogue, I would be surprised if you knew who the Cambridge Five were. No they weren’t a rock band from “back in the day”. Good try though. They were Englishmen who held security positions and spied for the Russians or Soviet Union as was back in the 1950’s and 60’s. All five went to … Continue reading Possessed!
Dear Pogue, Back in the most wonderful of places, back in the day, when everything was just right, if my memory is honest, there was a band called the Vapors. I think they were a one hit wonder with a song called ‘Turning Japanese’. Why am I telling you this? Well, other than trying to … Continue reading Shibumi
Dear Pogue, Since I wrote to you the other day about David Bowie there has been a conversation going on concerning people’s favourite songs. Everybody has a favourite Bowie song. You know the catalogue is large and varied spanning many years. As you’d expect, the same songs keep coming up over and over. Heroes, Golden … Continue reading Peaked too early?
Dear Pogue, This is a letter from self isolation. I know the whole country is in lockdown but as you know I flew round half of the world last week so I’m even more confined. I can’t even volunteer to help for another two weeks. But I’m okay. Life feels good sat here in an … Continue reading The Thin White Duke
Dear Pogue, Lesson from our travels. It’s actually really nice to be off the grid for a while. To actually let that compulsion to be checking messages go. I noticed that some people get a bit twitchy when suddenly there’s no signal but, boy, isn’t there a lot of space when that happens? Isn’t there … Continue reading Wot, no WiFi!
Dear Pogue, So we’re on our travels again and what more appropriate than a postcard? I have a blog that I share with a pair of rogues called Chris and Polie, a wayward moose and verbal challenged polar bear (he can’t say some of his r’s so things are all wight) who is quite wise. … Continue reading On the road again
Dear Pogue, I thought I would write a follow up to our recent letter, You’re Worthless. It sort of stirred something up and I overheard a conversation or two. Let me start by setting the scene. As I write I am currently looking out of the window onto mountains. Yes, I am not at home … Continue reading Potential Revolution
Dear Pogue, I'm guessing that, like me, you follow some of the blogs on Word Press? I tend to dip into some to get the flavour. I'm convinced that if we had the time and the energy we'd probably find that anything and everything that we can imagine will find a voice with someone writing … Continue reading You’re worthless
Pogue, Now I have a supply of postcards I thought I better use them so here, I just got my new phone case, and it’s making me smile. Also, after our last letter on road trips it just fitted. Synchronicity. Courtesy of Art by Ilana Let me introduce you to two friends of mine, Chris … Continue reading Making me smile
Dear Pogue, What a week. Now we are beginning to pick ourselves up, gently, gradually and carefully. Be kind with yourself and let us return to being the aspiring free thinkers we have determined to become. We are those people aren't we? As you're a letter, a stamp, a post box and a post person … Continue reading The roadmap is only the start!
If you could change your world by advising your younger self what to do and how to behave, what would you say?
Dear Pogue, This morning I find myself in a strange place. I know it has been caused by writing the last two letters. There I was, happily writing two letters a week, picking up things of interest and turning these into words. Vehicles for opinion and exploration. As I have told you, as the letters … Continue reading It’s all about ME!
Dear Pogue, So, you paused and listened when you came to the end of the last letter? What happened? Did you wait in stillness and silence? Silence really is the language of God and I hope that you’re learning that. But, assuming we agree that there is substance to the secret, what are we going … Continue reading What we going to do with the secret?
Dear Pogue, Right back at the start, in our first exchange of correspondence, words on paper, ink, messy finger prints (what would a letter be without a blotch or two?) uneven margins, you remember? Well we committed to our own personal attempt at a revolution. One that we would have for fun, spurred on and … Continue reading Let me tell you a secret.
Dear Pogue, You remember that place that only I know the way to? Back in the day? Well, back in this most magical of places, I would always hurry home on a Friday to catch a programme called Happy Days. No “Catch Up TV” then! Anyway, there was a character called the Fonz, and, back … Continue reading Be your own cool.
Dear Pogue, The last letter I sent you, I don’t understand how other people got to read it. Was it sealed when it arrived? Putting this mystery aside, some of those who read it said nice things so I guess, all in all, we got a win (someone even suggested there’s a book in all … Continue reading Get a real job.
Dear Pogue Tell me, do you have a list of your favourite things? Yeah, I know how it goes: “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens”. Very good, but listen, I mean...not the clothes you bought this season, that you’ll wear and wear, then replace as the new … Continue reading Jon Boy
Dear Pogue, Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in long, long time. I took a kite and flew it. More precisely, I went to the beach and flew my kite. The very best of days! The Classical Chinese described kite flying as “airing the soul” and there may be something in that. Uncomplicated yet … Continue reading Airing my soul
Dear Pogue, You know how I like to cook and experiment with food. It's a creative art to me. Well, someone gave me a day at a cookery school learning how to bake bread. So yesterday I set off early, into the city on my bike, and spent the day getting covered in dough and … Continue reading It’s Not An Exact Art