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.

A Soft Landing

People often talk about starting books. People often talk about keeping up the momentum, once one have started. What people talk less about is how to finish a book.

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Chronicles of Pupperino – In Print!

I’ve been posting my Golden Retriever pup’s diary on Facebook for a while. As a result I have been have been deluged with requests for a book version, from, oh, I don’t know, maybe two people. Well, here it is. … Continue reading →

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Goodbye

After much thought and changes-of-mind I have decided to leave OT and set up shop elsewhere. I stress that my reasons for leaving have nothing to do with my friends and colleagues at OT for whom I have only the … Continue reading →

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The Great War Remembered #8

“Well, if you knows of a better ‘ole, you go to it,” by the Cromer Poultry Great War Re-Enactment Society.

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Falling To Bits

My car, Caroline the eVolvo 850, who is eighteen years old, has just celebrated an anniversary of sorts. This morning on the way to work she turned over her 170,000th mile. Now, this isn’t much in the great scheme of … Continue reading →

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It Has Not Escaped Our Notice #98

Person throwing a bottle at a decerebrated dalek? At Victorian foundationwear? What? It’s all a matter of perspective.

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Diary of a Proud Father

Crox Minor is a Youth Ambassador for a charity called Children of Peace, which aims to foster links between children in the Middle East. You might remember that she had a bake sale at school which raised £85 for the charity … Continue reading →

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The Maison Des Girrafes Caption Competition #232

‘You answer it.’ ‘No, YOU answer it.’

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Because The Night

Kids are wonderful. Also generous. When they were small and running with stenchly ichors from various orifices, they donated a wide variety of microscopic organisms for the amusement of my immune system. That was then. Now, though.

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Tsundoqueue

I have written in these annals about the phenomenon of tsundoku – and judging by the hits that post continues to receive, it’s a topic perennially resonant with readers. For the hard-of-linking, tsundoku may be defined as tsundoku (n.) the act … Continue reading →

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