A charivari of Mike Steemson’s musings
You know the feeling. Recordkeeping’s exciting, but now and then, it’s good to stare at the wall for a time and forget all about it … just for a while, you understand. Give it a try.
Or, have a look at one or two of these light-hearted pieces for a total change of pace. Won’t do any harm. Might even do some good. No guarantees. Might help. Maybe … zzzzz …
They were written over the course of time. Some are almost contemporary, others grew some years old. None should be taken too seriously, but it was fun writing and researching them. Cheers!
Back a long way before e-mail and Boeing 777’s, the family is reunited in a Land of the Long White Cloud flowing with sunshine … and Father is baffled by a bottle top.
By the din of a Chinese New Year thunder storm, a Rat and a Mandarin take haven amongst leviathans and literary ghosts with tigers for comfortable contemplation.
Howdy do, gaffer! In a 17th Century moorland plague house, I meet Owd Roger. He’s survived 500 years old, Steve says. Small wonder that he’s a bit on the high side.
In the cosy confines of a West End hostelry, we discuss brews and big issues with barman Robbie, “as round and jolly as the barrels he rolls about the ancient cellars”.