Following on from yesterday’s post on searching for a lost voice, and still feeling a need for greater clarity in my thinking, I reached for a book from my bookshelf that always gives me sustenance and hope.
Wake Up And Live! by Dorothea Brande is a book first published in 1936 which I bought 35 years ago for 70p from the Stafforshire Book Company in Lichfield (which is sadly no more). While a little dated , this book will probably never reach a sell by date since the sound advice contained in the pages is so down to earth and practical.
Unlike so many works in the field of self-help, it does not carry any hidden religious agenda – it doesn’t require the reader to have faith in a higher being; the only faith you need is a belief in yourself. Continue reading
Black Friday sounds like it should be a day to fear like Friday the 13th. In fact, the Friday following the official Thanksgiving holiday in the States is generally conceded as an extra day off work and is usually the busiest shopping day of the year.
London’s calling. Today I go back to my roots, flying to Gatwick and spending a few days in London Town followed by a trip to my home town of Lichfield.
The absurdly named lo-fi combo from the English Midlands made zero imprint on the national psyche but hit a soft spot with me. The winning detail lay in the lyric “cottage industrial rap / plenty of water in the tap” which gave a sub-cultural endorsement of one of my mom’s catchphrases.
