My father died at the age of 57 (when I was 26) and my mother at the age of 89. My in-laws also lived to ripe old ages. So I can say that I have experienced bereavement, but not in its sharpest forms – sudden...
A problem that I don’t think film-makers fully appreciate is the difficulty, occasionally, of telling characters apart. If one is a Dalek and one is a Victorian lady, there is no problem, but if both are humans of the same gender and similar age (and...
I’ve been posting perhaps too much angsty-theological stuff lately, and much better informed people than me are filling the airwaves and the internet with politics. (Just one thought: if we don’t want Donald Trump to win a second term, then people who voted for him...
Three weeks ago, I posted about the Bible, and came to the apparent conclusion that, in the last two thousand years, “we’ve learned, most of us, to approve of fun and play, and disapprove of slavery and capital punishment for heresy. In other words, we’ve...
Almost by chance (thank you Facebook, and my cousin Helen) I learned that last Sunday was Visit My Mosque Day. In February 2016 80 British mosques opened their doors to visitors; this year it was 150. Oddly none of the mosques in Nottingham took part,...
After last week’s diatribe, I thought I’d go for something lighter and fluffier this week. It hasn’t turned out to be quite as fluffy as hoped, but at least it’s got nothing to do with Donald Trump. It’s generally agreed that on the whole Peter Jackson...