New Horizons?

When Pastor Sidwell retired from preaching at Hillfields Baptist Church, I felt it was the right time to find a new spiritual home. I ended up at a church called New Horizons and found that Ray was there, being trained up into church leadership. This is Ray who’d said without an iota of self-doubt that he was a… Read More »

in wlsgrv Berries and violence

I have to say there were some really good nurses who shone so bright they made the bad ones look really bad. Many of the latter liked the fact that they spent much of their day sitting around and chatting, punctuated by sporadic outbursts of violence, followed by more tea. Allowed out for a short stroll, I see… Read More »

London My Palace

Adventures North of London The tube terminates, but I’m not at Heathrow. A sign says Cockfosters. I exit the station and walk. I come to a modestly-sized hotel. There don’t seem to be many lights on. Perhaps there is no one in. Perhaps this place is a palace and has been set aside for me, waiting for me… Read More »

1990 Arrival at Walsgrave, off my rocker

Whilst living at Shrapnel Lane 1990 “My friends!” I say when I am inside. Some of them look up, some continue to blankly gaze at the TV. I point to a psychiatric nurse. “They, the sane, believe that they have the answers! My people – we have the answers. We, the insane, are the sane! They, the sane,… Read More »

LONDON Knight of security

I walk. I see a telephone box, I enter and call 999: “Which service do you need?” “Everything is ok, everything is normal.” “This line is for emergencies only Sir.” “This area is normal. This world is safe.” Phone by phone, area by area, I, a Knight of National Security, relay the normality of the situation to those… Read More »

Ripped by shards

… dddrowzzz… …. ddrowzzz… I’m surrounded by clouds… I’m heavy… Must shrug the ddrowzz away…  …can’t… Am I alive, asleep, dead? …ddrowzzz… If this is sleep, I’m in the most tedious dream imaginable: just a long grey corridor, leading only to distant double doors. Why put up with this? I’ll find a better dream, I’ll make a better… Read More »

A Game of Stones

Travelling by train to the past I head off down the street towards Coventry station, ideas sprouting, flowering in my head. I hit on one idea so GREAT that only capitals can be used to describe it. Once I’m on a train, l’ll sit facing the back and I’ll be going backwards, resetting the direction of time and… Read More »