I’ve recently been trying to decide what it is that I miss most living in a small town rather than the big city; as well as trying to justify my decision to buy a house and remain where I am for the foreseeable future. It has not been an easy task, I must admit, because…

I was wondering, reading the little information available, what it is that you could call successful. With the other words you use – open-minded, thoughtful – I have a very clear idea of the meanings and can relate to them immediately; although many people would undoubtedly have different interpretations for open-minded, depending on their upbringing…

Dear Dennis Carleton Latham, I must admit, I was disappointed. I thought that our discussion – at least, it was meant to be a discussion on my part, you clearly had a different agenda – would have borne more fruit, but it was not meant to be. You panicked and raced out of the room…

I can well imagine that anyone reading my letters would gain the impression I am dead set against the internet, against electronic communication, perhaps even against the modern advances made in society through the last fifty or one hundred years. I write about letters, about the joys of using the post, recite and quote from…

I’m caught up between two conflicting emotions at the moment: the first is a desire to always be close to civilisation and have mail deliveries promptly, every day, just as I’ve always had; the second is an increasing strong desire, if not a need, to get away from some of those strange people I encounter…

As I sat down to write today, late afternoon on another day which is going to be called the hottest of the year by those who have the time for such things, my thoughts were turned to a comment you made which formed, as it should, a question in my mind. I’m not one to…

I’ve recently been trying to decide what it is that I look for when browsing through the bookstore shelves; what it is that excites my mind and draws my hand not just towards a book but, later, towards the funds I’m prepared to give out for reading rather than eating. This last may seem strange…

This is something of a first for me, not the writing of a letter which is second nature, and something I have been doing almost since I could hold a pen in my hand, but writing to someone I do not know through a quick correspondence on Twitter. A surprise, I admit, because the same…

For me there is a certain fascination with what happened today, something which hasn’t happened before, despite all the possibilities and opportunities. It is almost as if two different worlds have collided or, at the very least, made some form of contact: there is a massive difference, I can assure you, between us, but hardly…

For some reason which I fail to comprehend, there are those who make fun of me; not necessarily in a bad or rude way, and hardly ever directly, but in the side-glance ‘what’s that?’ or ‘what is he doing?’ sort of way. I will wander over to wherever I want to be, which might be…