Author Archives: rpg

You might be forgiven for thinking that Hogg was the only character in my high school chemistry class. Indeed, sometimes I was forced to make my own entertainment: such as the time I poured a glass of water over the … Continue reading →

Can you tell what it is, yet? These mornings, my alarm runs ahead of the Earth turning to bring the sun above the Thames; and the sky is already dark by the time I emerge from the Tube in the … Continue reading →

It’s an indication of the length of my personal ‘to-do’ list that, though I managed to see and even review the new movie about Charles Darwin, I’ve only just got around to uploading my photos of the Thames Festival. Jazz … Continue reading →

In Soviet Russia, breakfast tweets YOU I follow a few people on Twitter, from a total of three accounts (which we might class as personal, business and hobby, I guess). Some of them are kind enough to follow me back. … Continue reading →

Jenny’s post just now reminded me, through a maze of twisty mental passages, all alike, that I received a letter from a friend today. Nothing strange about that. What was a little bit strange is that my friend has written … Continue reading →

The old joke goes that while mothers know their children’s birthdays, shoe sizes, favourite sweets, least favourite foods and names of their best friends; and their best friends’ birthdays, shoe sizes, favourite sweets, least favourite foods and their best friends, … Continue reading →

Matt Brown talked about this great city and how about half a million people are involved, one way or another, in science and medicine. Before I left for Australia, nearly four years ago, I thought I would never want to … Continue reading →

Where’ve you been? Holidays? Harrumph. You young whipper-snappers, why, you don’t know you’re born. In my day, we had to watch endless repeats of Monty Python and the Goodies and like it. Anyway. Just over a month ago I related … Continue reading →

Earlier today I hugged Eva goodbye and she set off for London Bridge, thence Gatwick and eventually, one hopes, Tronno. She was in London for many reasons, not just to see me and exchange Tweets while seated in my kitchen, … Continue reading →

Shh. Can you hear it? Is it the wind in the trees over Rotherhithe? Is it the gentle sloshing of boats going out with the Thames tide? Is it the steady whine of jet engines en route to City Airport? … Continue reading →