The politician or man of industry or sportsman (and it usually is one of these types) steps up to the microphone. “If I said or did anything to anyone that caused any offence, then I apologise.” We’ve all seen these apology speeches. These apologies never feel satisfactory. They’re like nibbling on piece of pineapple when… Continue reading The Art of Apology
Author: Michelle Kn Stone
Australian-born London-dweller. I love books, travel, my garden, my husband and sunshine but not necessarily in that order.
Octob’rish
It’s October and there are only two months until Christmas. I wrote down the list of things I need to get done at work before the end of the year. It’s not long but it makes me realise how much still needs to be done. But it also helps me to focus on what are… Continue reading Octob’rish
I drove down your street
I drove down your street. I had an appointment in that part of town And I needed somewhere to park. There was nowhere on the high street, So I turned the corner and realised where I was. I drove down your street And I felt a rising wave of feelings about you, Feelings I’d kept… Continue reading I drove down your street
When do you complain?
I hadn’t seen my niece for more than two years, but here she was, in London with her new husband (not that she had an old husband, you understand. He is new as in they have only been married three months.) We met up for dinner at a nice restaurant in a nice part of… Continue reading When do you complain?
Regrets, I’ve had a few
We all have those moments in our life that we wish we could take back. We wish we had made a different decision, walked down a different street, left words unsaid. Maybe George Michael the best when he wrote “Turn a different corner and we never would have met.” Certainly in my life there are… Continue reading Regrets, I’ve had a few
Me and Junio
(10 points to anyone who mentally added ‘down by the schoolyard’ to that title) I saw in the news this month that the woman who inspired the cover of Duran Duran’s Rio album has been identified. You can tell from the photograph and the distinct shape of her smile that it’s the same woman whose… Continue reading Me and Junio
A miscellany
The thing I didn’t raise with the doctor. I had an ECG test done a few months ago and the results came back indicating I was dead. OK, not quite dead, but the heart rate recorded by the machine was not strong enough to give a proper review of the state of my heart. Annoyingly,… Continue reading A miscellany
Six wives, three sisters and a politician
I notice that the three last theatre performances I saw were all based on real people, although the presentation of the stories was very different across all three productions. Six, a musical based on the lives of the six wives of Henry VIII. A burst of joy I didn’t know I needed. The show is… Continue reading Six wives, three sisters and a politician
MK
If I say “weekend retreat”, what do you picture? Do you think of yoga and mediation, sitting on some kind of mountaintop in gentle contemplation? Or maybe in an open sided rainforest cabin, chanting “omm” repeatedly while ignoring the bites from mosquitoes? Maybe you think of the beach, the seaside, watching the sun rise while… Continue reading MK
Those moments
There are moments in your life that stick with you matter how many years of past no matter how old you get. One of those moments that I remember is for my friend’s birthday party I’m trying to think how old we would’ve been at the time. Seven? Eight? No more than nine, that’s for… Continue reading Those moments
Tales from Tobhamhor 