The Geecologist

Brit(ish)

Brit(ish)

Jul 25, 2020 | Non-Fiction | 0 comments

I realised that I had what Sam did not. Even when it’s quite clear that people around me are conscious that I’m different, because of how I look, I know exactly how to reassure them. I’ve been conditioned in the art of English manners, politeness, harmless banter and...
The Etymologicon

The Etymologicon

Jul 2, 2020 | Geekery, Non-Fiction | 0 comments

Heckling is, or once was, the process of removing the knots from wool. Sheep are notoriously lackadaisical about their appearance, so before their wool can be turned into a nice warm jumper it must be combed. It’s easy to see how combing wool and teasing out the knots...
In Patagonia

In Patagonia

May 25, 2019 | Non-Fiction | 0 comments

I left the Rio Negro and went on south to Port Madryn. A hundred and fifty-three Welsh colonists landed here off the brig Mimosa in 1865. They were poor people in search of a New Wales, refugees from cramped coal-mining valleys, from a failed independence movement,...
Alias Grace

Alias Grace

May 26, 2018 | Fiction | 0 comments

My mother and Aunt Pauline were a dead clergyman’s daughters – a Methodist, he was – and it was said their father had done something unexpected with the church money, and after that could not get a position; and when he died they were penniless, and were turned out to...
Burmese Days

Burmese Days

Dec 27, 2015 | Fiction | 0 comments

‘Ah, doctor,’ said Flory, supine in the long chair, ‘what a joy to be here after that bloody Club. When I come to your house I feel like a Nonconformist minister dodging up to town and going home with a tart. Such a glorious holiday from THEM’ — he motioned with one...