Just watching a Sky at Night program about metorites. I can remember the first time I saw a metorite. It must have been on the way to Fiji for the first time, travelling from Mexico city. It was night and everyone had gone to sleep. Looking out of the window, I saw a metor high up in the sky

Football Poets - Catherine Moore Somebody got stabbed in Andy Diamandis’s chip shop We’d lost at home One piece of cod left Two punters Stands to reason don’t it

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion I've watch seabeams glitter in the darkness for ten hours a day All those moments will be lost in time like tears in the rain Time to die

I personally know someone who bought a slave in the 1970s. He was working as an anthropologist in Southern Africa and bought a slave for 2000 USD from two Afrikaner sisters who had bought the young man as a sex toy. After 6 weeks he had had enough, and George bought him. He then ended up working in Malawi. It came to the attention of Hastings Banda, the president. Banda was also trained as an

Proust write Recherche de le temps perdu - Remberance of lost times or rememberance of things past. The key passage for me in the whole book comes at the start.