Category Archives: Mark

No more Afraid: the hidden mystery of Health (1/3)

Posted on 23/10/2022 by markrowancropper

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you” said George, in the middle of a news bulletin, at the start of the UK’s roll-out of the vaccination programme in early 2021, with the promise of a way out of … Continue reading →

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An Ode to Plumbers who learn Greek (retro-fitted, luv, in Greek dactylic hexameter*)

Posted on 15/10/2022 by markrowancropper

Enoch², oh, never did I like his Odious Racism and Hate! But then I heard him speak, one day on Bee-Bee-Cee Radio, that time The interviewer asked him: “Today What’s the point Teaching Ancient Greek?”

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No More Afraid

Posted on 21/11/2021 by markrowancropper

In infancy No more Afraid, of the Void That mother will switch off the lightAnd the Darkness will swallow me whole? No more Afraid, of the Monster That my fairy tale book will fall openAt the page of the horrible … Continue reading →

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Who said what, who wanted this or that, who did what, or didn’t: the Confessions of a COVID government teleworker (2)

Posted on 20/06/2021 by markrowancropper

Though George liked to describe himself as “A non-avid user of social media”, as the weeks had gone by, he found the isolating nature of the lockdown had induced him into consulting, much more often than usual, his rarely-viewed Facebook … Continue reading →

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It makes you wonder what is going on behind the scenes: Confessions of a COVID government teleworker (1)

Posted on 19/06/2021 by markrowancropper

“This all reminds me of that film, back in the 70s, ‘Confessions of a Window cleaner’. Why, we could write a book together, only this would have to be called ‘Confessions of a COVID government teleworker’” hailed George, as he … Continue reading →

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