Category Archives: Notes and Tales

One more poppy

Some years ago, I began to research the history of my father’s family, which originated in the island of South Uist, in the Outer Hebrides. With the help of the records in the General Register Office of Scotland, which holds … Continue reading

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Women want me

They do. It’s a curse I have to live with. It’s not a few days since Hazel came to my door, declaring she needed a man, on some pretext or other about wanting someone to lift up her dustbin as … Continue reading

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An unexpected kindness

A short while ago, I related the story of Aileen, the girl who had teased me as a young lad in the spring of my years and schooldays, and on whom I had such a boyish crush, an affection that … Continue reading

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Aileen

I had thought of changing her name, for the telling of this story, but in truth she deserves her own name, even though it’s not necessary to mention it in full here. All that is important to say for this … Continue reading

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Come Prima

I never learned Italian, and I sometimes wish I had. It is, I think, a language of song, or at least, it is always in songs and music that I associated this romance language. A week or so ago,  Mary … Continue reading

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The Logical Mind

I proposed to Rose today. She was so overcome she nearly fell off the kitchen worktop. OK, technically speaking she laughed so hard she nearly lost her footing, but that’s a mere trifle. It’s not like I propose to women … Continue reading

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in vodka veritas

My Mum could never pronounce the word ‘menstruation’. It always came out as ‘menu-stration’. (Can you tell echoes here of an attempt at a bird-and-bees talk? “I’ll have to tell you, because he won’t”. ‘He’ being my father, a quiet, … Continue reading

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Parliamo Pasta

Auntie Penny popped into my head today, completely derailing my train of thought. There I was, walking along in the autumn sunshine, minding my own business, when suddenly, like Mr Dick with King Charles the First, there she was. In … Continue reading

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Another ‘remembrance day’

I bought my poppy last night from a decorated old soldier in the shop where I bought my cabbage and peppers on the way home from Send, and pinned it to my jacket this morning as I prepared to leave … Continue reading

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Fencing boobs

It’s strange how a half-forgotten name, or just a song, can trigger a set of old memories. Sometimes melancholy, other times humorous. This one is of the latter. I hope the women who are its subjects will not object to … Continue reading

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