Tag Archives: death

Where do handbags go to die?

My mother gave me this purse the other day; she has had it since she was a child, when she was given it to play with by her mother. All children play at being grown ups (silly things) Cooking, cleaning … Continue reading

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“As an operator he was bold, but not cool, rapid without being dexterous and he had no sympathy with humanity”

This is sort of a review of the Doctors, Dissection and Resurrection Men exhibition at The Museum of London, but also with many other related reflections and distractions. I visited the exhibition twice, once with my Australian scriptwriter friend, on … Continue reading

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