Pogue, I finally replaced my sports headset. It was beyond saving being held together with tape🥺 So, mindful of how much use I got from my previous headset I was not precious about spending a little more money and getting a really nice pair of ear buds. My one concern was, I would get them … Continue reading Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, The Buddha told a story which goes roughly like this. A young man, having lost his wife, had been left to raise his son. He loved the boy very much. One day whilst away from the village bandits attacked and when he returned he found many dead and much of the village destroyed … Continue reading State Your Truth
Dear Pogue, Did you enjoy the last letter. I actually enjoyed writing it and the process that preceeded it. The thought that went into it. Sometimes I think I write you letters because they give me encouragement to spend time in thought. Thought’s good. Tell me, do you take time and think things through? Do … Continue reading Surely you don’t believe that!
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, The New Year is here. A Happy New Year to you. My wish for you this coming year is that you have a truly great year full of dreams turned reality and all that good stuff. Yeah! Ok. Remember how I left you with a challenge when I last wrote? Yes? We were … Continue reading Dear Teenager
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, 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, What no letter! A whole week without an envelope of inspiration landing on your door mat and calling to you: “Open me, open me”. It wasn’t that inspiration dried up. No, rather inspiration took annual leave whilst I sat around feeling sorry for myself. Let me explain. I had helped to look after … Continue reading Where does it come from?
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, Let me tell you about a lady I am getting to like. Let me qualify that statement unless you get the wrong idea. Her name is Brooke Hampton and she appears in several paces on the web including her on web site, Barefoot Five. She's on Instagram but I came across her on … Continue reading Through the wardrobe.