Sixty

I turned sixty this summer. I’ve been sitting with that short sentence for a while now, not quite sure what to do with it. It doesn’t feel like a milestone so much as a nudge. A tap on the shoulder. Someone leaning over and saying, quietly, you know you don’t have forever, don’t you? I … Continue reading Sixty

This is fine

“Terrible things are happening outside. Poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes or off the street. Families are torn apart. Men, women and children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their parents have disappeared”. This quote is taken from Anne Frank’s diary in an entry dated January 13th, … Continue reading This is fine

Live Aid @ 40

It’s not often you can pinpoint the precise moment in time that your life moved in an entirely different, and unexpected direction. For me, 13th July 1985 – probably around midday – was that moment. I remember it well. Live Aid that summer has come under intense scrutiny, particularly over recent years, accused of oversimplifying … Continue reading Live Aid @ 40

One day

If there was ever the time and the place for a book, this is that book and this is that time. It’s no exaggeration to say that I was a different person before I started reading it. Powerful doesn’t come close. Whatever your views on what’s happening in Palestine (and, indeed, in many other parts … Continue reading One day