Author Archives: Henry Gee

About Henry Gee

Henry Gee is an author, editor and recovering palaeontologist, who lives in Cromer, Norfolk, England, with his family and numerous pets, inasmuch as which the contents of this blog and any comments therein do not reflect the opinions of anyone but myself, as they don't know where they've been.

Water feature

Posted on 16 June 2022 by Henry Gee

Pictured on the patio at the Maison Des Girrafes last night (behind the cats) are these reclaimed galvanised water tanks now repurposed as ponds. I got the idea to use large containers as ponds after watching Gardeners World and it’s … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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Don’t Try This At Home

Posted on 12 June 2022 by Henry Gee

As you’ll both be aware I am in the middle of changing from one Brain Care Medication to another. Last week I was just starting a week of zero venlafaxine (trades under Vensir, Vencarm, Venlalix, Voldemort, Vadermort, Vulcan Bomber — … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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Brain Strain

Posted on 6 June 2022 by Henry Gee

I am a career depressive. I’ve been on all the drugs. Back in the day I was on mianserin which they probably only use nowadays to tranquilize rhinos, and even then, only from a long way off. After I came … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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What I Read In May

Posted on 29 May 2022 by Henry Gee

Emma Healey: Elizabeth Is Missing I actually read this (and Little Egypt, below) in April, but squeezed it in at the very end during a weekend in which I had to see a man about a dog (no, really) so … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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Hocus Pocus

Posted on 18 May 2022 by Henry Gee

Greetings, Pop Pickers. Music fans of a certain vintage will recall with a wry smile the tune Hocus Pocus by the Dutch prog rock band Focus, in which the inspired lunacy of organist, vocalist and flautist Thijs van Leer met the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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In Charnwood Forest

Posted on 23 April 2022 by Henry Gee

Squeezed into an improbably small space in the very heart of England between Leicester (pronounced ‘Lester’) and Loughborough (pronounced ‘Chicago’) is a magical region called Charnwood Forest. Given the proximity of the amenities of modern life and two fairly large … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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What I Read In April

Posted on 10 April 2022 by Henry Gee

Björn Natthiko Lindeblad: I May Be Wrong ‘Oh, your poor brain’, says Mrs Gee, when she sees the stack of things I really must read; the list of tasks I give myself. Then she passed me this book. Now, you’ll … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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First Person Plural

Posted on 7 April 2022 by Henry Gee

This first person singular — that’s ‘I’, meaning ‘me’ — has increasing difficulties with the first person plural — that’s ‘we’, meaning ‘us’. Every day I come across phrases, usually freighted with some agonised self-flagellating subtext, or so I assume, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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Commutatis Maledictis

Posted on 25 March 2022 by Henry Gee

London! London! (It’s only a model). London! On second thoughts, let’s not visit London. It is a Silly Place. Notwithstanding inasmuch as which it’s almost precisely approximately exactly two whole years since I have been to the London Orifice (I’m … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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World Poetry Day

Posted on 22 March 2022 by Henry Gee

Yes, I know, I know, World Poetry Day was a few days ago now, and as you read this it’s probably World Broccoli Day or World Make-Friends-With-A-Unicycling-Girrafe Day, but at the age of 59 and 11/12ths I’m a bit slow … Continue reading → Continue reading →

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