
These may be my last 20 years but I am looking forward to them. Why? Because I have 70 years of experience, knowledge and insight to see me through! How will my last 20 compare with the first 20? How have the intervening 50 years helped me? Can people in their first 20 years benefit from my experience?
Now that I am in my 70s I must be careful with money, but that does not mean I should skimp on washing clothes. How did I prepare for doing the laundry in retirement? And what have I learned from the past that will help me save money?
Looking forward to a quiet day ahead – and which horror film series to watch this evening: Nun I & II? Insidious I, II & III? I suspect it might be A Nightmare On Elm Street…
Looking forward to getting out of the house for the first time in a fortnight, and concerned with all the negativity out there about energy prices. I will benefit enormously from the removal of the gas standing charge.
One of the savings I have made at the beginning of my last 20 years is coffee but I still enjoy three cups a day at home. I am hopeful that I can continue to enjoy it for many years to come, but income – and coffee machines on the verge of breakdown – are…
A tropical garden in Sangre Grande, Trinidad. I loved it but made the mistake of picking an extremely hot chilli with bare hands – and eating it! Needless to say I was forced to repair to the only bar in the village for a Stag.
Is using the gas fire a sensible use of my money in my last 20 years? What about my well-being? In October 2026 I undertook an experiment: during the chillier days of autumn would I be better off having the gas fire on during the day and the central heating on only in the evening?

1989: The Inn at Drewsteignton, Dartmoor, with the River Teign in full flood.

Newton Abbot July 2005 and the ‘modern’ sorting office is demolished to make way for Asda. Progress?

I have many memories of Newton Abbot bus station spread over some decades and, like many townspeople over a certain age I still regret its passing.

A busy Market Square in September 1989. Far more stalls than you will ever see now! Do you recognise anyone in the pictures?
Homeless in London part 6. morning at the court, grant & wages cheques, unhappy Professor, abortive home visit & another night in a shabby King’s Cross B&B – but the chance of booking Peter Gabriel!

Homeless in London part 5: 26th. April 1976. Today I felt temporary relief as I was finally able to tell my story to a judge, who made a clear decision to find our landlord and bring her before the court. However, things did not go entirely according to plan.

Homeless in London part 4: 24th. April 1976. Five days without a change of clothes, roaming the street for much of the day, visiting umpteen people and organisations that seemed powerless to help – and a car chase around Stoke Newington. Being homeless is painful, tiring, squalid and I felt very much alone.

From staring out of the window at almost motionless clouds I find myself thinking about my old 7” singles – and how the music world is a fine and complex mesh that could be described as an ecosystem.

I have enjoyed a great day of listening to music on my HiFi, mostly records but also a bit of streaming too. Whilst on a nostalgia streak I was reminded of the excellent and underrated Graham Parker.

My second featured 45 from my collection is the first chart-topping version of a 1952 song written by Leiber & Stoller. Back in the days when R&B was raw and ballsy…

A tropical garden in Sangre Grande, Trinidad. I loved it but made the mistake of picking an extremely hot chilli with bare hands – and eating it! Needless to say I was forced to repair to the only bar in the village for a Stag.

What inspired people nearly 5,000 years ago to build stone rows, stone circles, standing stones and all the other features that can still inspire us all these years later?

A Devonian with stories to tell and a love of history, science, philosophy, environment, & entertainment.
An increasing number of people I know are either down the rabbit hole or caught in its event horizon, which I find distressing. I prefer the real world and, like a frantic sponge, I cannot help but soak up knowledge, insight & quality.
Which I like to share…
