It seems to be a tradition that I talk about the night before in this slot. Perhapst that’s because nothing ever happens on New Year’s Day itself. Anyway I think that this last New Year was one of the best,…

It has been bitterly cold here today. The wind has, as promised, been blowing a gail, and the thick, almost snow-like frost has never really left some patches of hardened ground – building up for tonight I suppose. My last…

I had this amazing dream last night. I was an unwanted, bullied kid in some kind of school or institution which was in an appling condition – just painted concrete walls and bare concrete floors. Trestle-type tables and chairs. We…

Inspiration in my stories seem to flow during the Christmas period, but something must happen after that or else my statemen of this day last year would not be so completely wrong. I never did finish my drama – not…

Yup! I was right. This past weekend is the same as last year when I came home but one crucial difference still remains… Last year when I returned to my Hall the Christmas Magic was still tinkering the ivories or…

From readingn what I wrote in these pages on this day last year, I guess this was when I went home last year. And as I recall last year on ths weekend there was only two more weeks of term…

Returned to Norwich just a few hours later today to see an absolutely fantastic producion of Old Wil Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors at the newly refurbished Theatre Royal, donne out in tasteful, cream, peach, and blue. There were just as…

Going home n the train tonight I met a first year from Liverpool University who was also going home for the weekend, to a little village near Norwich. As it happened I spent the last two hours fo Friday and…

Yes, well, after a very late night last night, and an equally late getting up in the morning, or is it the afternoon, I am sorry to say, that I was forced back in the arms of my beloved (wretched,…

I say goodbye to 1991 with a new-fangled and somehow unique mixture of Press Gang, Clive James saying ‘hello’ to some French weathergirl, the Russians and their new year, and not forgetting the home-spun party, Big Ben’s Bongs, and a…

Leaving Weston, we say goodbye to our cousins, and prepare to say goodbye to this year, 1991. But it is not over as yet … there is still time for something miraculous to happen…

A morning walking in the woods, and an afternoon watching home videos from America frolled by Christmas cake, and yet more presents that this Christmas there seems to have been an abundance of. Yet another happy face at the sight…

No time swallower this year. Instead a mass invasion of Campkin’s and their friends at the Cricket Clujb in Weston-super-Mare, at the what will proobably have beeen the Goodbye to England party for my (now) American cousins.

An unaventful trip down to Western, culamates in another two people happy at receiving one of my prized etchings. for about the fist time in about five years I see my cousins from America – to find that save for…

Boxing Day – the day after day. Some of the magic has yet lingered on, but it is weak, although it does leave a pleasant trail of happiness fading slowly away.

Christmas Day – the magic has burst out upon us. It’s such a wonderful feeling to see the humour of every single person round the hearth opeing one of your very own creations. You see hat your art has brought…

Christmas Eve, and though the magic of the festive season is not totally the same as last year, I can hear little delicate chimes of joy and happiness – Christmas cheer even – just waiting backstage and setting the scene.