At 2335 last night, I woke up enough to recall that I hadn’t done a blog post. My iPad was on the bed beside me. I picked it up and then my brain said “Nope, not doing it”. I forced my brain to think of a few choice words of an unpublishable nature and promptly fell asleep. So once again the counter is reset to zero, and another day when I didn’t post can be added to the calendar. The main thing is though, here I am again.
For the last few weeks (not sure how long) I have been listening to Jeffrey Archers Clifton Chronicles. I am on the last book now, with about an hour to go. I have to say that the series has been absolutely gripping. This last book particularly so for two reasons;
The first is around the main character Harry Clifton who is by this stage in the series a famous author. Archer goes into a reasonable bit of detail as to how Clifton develops his stores and characters in relation to other (real) authors. I found that fascinating, and food for thought. I won’t go into detail, read the books – I recommend them.
The second reason is, around another key character, who re-visits Berlin at the time of the collapse of the wall. This is particularly poignant for me, and he describes the atmosphere in the city so much better than I could. I know, I was there. He really caught it.
Up until this evening, and for the last six years, I have been on the committee of a local amateur radio club. I have given up my role. Not really sad to do so. In the end I was happy to surrender the responsibility.
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