It's No Blog

In Bristol for a short break - then remembered that my zaida, Avram Haim Davidovitz, shlepped his ever-suffering wife (Grandma Davidson) down here from Hull (she had to travel alone with two toddlers - Joe and Moyshe) in 1903. He rented a house in St Lawrence Street, in the densely populated St, Paul's area for 7 shillings a week. The...

This is a story that has no end; a story that can have no end. Like the journey of life, it is interrupted before it reaches a conclusion...

I didn't understand. "It's not rocket science!" he said. Possibly true, but it set me thinking. Compared with many advanced technologies rocket science is actually incredibly basic and crude. Vast quantities of fuel pumping out brute energy to propel a massive phallic tube through the earth's atmosphere. Even Watt's 1765 steam engine, or Newcomen's...

One doesn't get old suddenly, or even gradually, In fact, one grows old sporadically. One day you're young, the next day old, but on subsequent days the age varies - younger and older. The curse of the mirror is that you can track these changes, but each glimpse of passing time is a shock; for you look so young when...

Tidying my drawers with a view to a mass clearance and visits to the local dump, I come across piles of old papers, writings and jottings from decades ago. Diary entries. Comments on Socialism. Short stories. Countless extracts from unfinished (barely started) novels. Can I throw them out? A no-brainer (a phrase the writer of those jottings...