Quenelles of axminister on a belushi rosti. Hipster cop three ways with charred lurex, served with a eurovision broth. Braised largesse with persil ravioli and germolene purée. Camshaft torte served with a crushing sense of ennui. Well OK, not quite. Like that, but you get the idea.

Pricey legal representation will reduce reputational damage to a blip. Fran and I texting about the school prom the following evening.

Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home - so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any map of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere. Without concerted citizen action to uphold them close to home, we shall look in vain for progress in the larger world. The Small Places has moved. Thursday, 6 March 2014.

The Tale of Laughing Boy. Produced by the brilliant My Life My Choice.

MAKING SENSE OF BIPOLAR AND LIFE IN GENERAL. I know I posted a lot yesterday and last night. I got the writing bug back so please forgive me. Posted in mental health and spiritual awareness.

Ramblings of a mad visual mind. Rest In Peace Seamus Heaney. Photographing and spending time with Seamus Heaney was one of the highlights of my photography career. I am doing a workshop on Street Photography for Guardian Masterclass. There is still few places left. I strive to make the workshop thought provoking, a chance to learn valuable skills and a lot of fun. My thoughts on Street Photography.

Reposted from Disability News Service. Atos was allowed to pull out of that contract early after activists pointed to links between the way it carried out the.

The Distance From Should To Is. Wednesday, 12 March 2014. The Need for Care, Candour and Change. Talked about the poor access to healthcare for people in hospitals. So I want to pose a simple question; what hospitals are for? So three purposes of a hospital; assessment, treatment and care. Surely assessment and treatment centres should be the zenith of the care experience. I first heard about Connor through a blog.

The Diary of a Not So Ordinary Boy. My world, its ups and downs. I never thought it would be me. To put it in the kettle, and Sam has experimented with putting frankfurter sausages in the frying pan, the maternal bosom swelling with maternal pride at not only that, but that the Nigella cookbook with the correct recipe was open on the worktop. They have grown, in independence and stature, before my eyes. School, where it is so much smaller, meal times are social times, an opportunity to pr.