The Darkening

I wrote the following in 1999, when I was a teacher at Merchant Taylors’ School. It has deplorable stylistic shortcomings, but I am giving it prominence here in anticipation of the August 21 eclipse in North America, to which I … Continue reading The Darkening

Mummy, who is Donald Trump?

A:          Mummy, who’s Donald Trump? B:           Oh dear… A:          Is he like Donald Duck? B:           Well, not quite… A:          Like Donald Duck, but a trump instead of a duck. B:           You know we don’t say ‘trump’ darling, we say ‘popple’. … Continue reading Mummy, who is Donald Trump?