Category Archive: Ray Girvan

The puzzle that is me

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When I was about thirteen years old, I read a novel which changed me fundamentally and shaped my whole subsequent life. Given a dramatically hyperbolic statement like that, you’d expect me to have… Continue reading

The other woman

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I’ll finish my stint at Vie Hebdomadaires with a confession: there’s another woman in my life. I knew her slightly in childhood, and had forgotten her. But I ran into her again maybe… Continue reading

Returning

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One central thread in Stravinsky’s musical drama Histoire du soldat (The Soldier’s Tale) is the deal a soldier makes with the Devil: wealth and good fortune – as long he never returns to… Continue reading

Getting ink

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The past 15 years or so have seen quite an unusual demographic phenomenon: the rapid expansion of tattooing outside its traditional male working-class niche. I don’t think anyone knows why. But it has… Continue reading

Perambulation

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It’s a truism about eccentricity that eccentrics don’t perceive themselves as such. And conversely, anyone who actively claims to be eccentric is merely putting on airs. I have no idea if Clare and… Continue reading

Accord

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OK, this is a bit of a contrived image – a pastiche of the kind of grainy monochrome pictures you see in photojournalism pieces on people who’ve returned to their villages in the… Continue reading

Exeter memories

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One of the good things about working freelance (in web design, but I won’t bore you with that) is the greater scope for taking the occasional time out if work is slack and/or… Continue reading

In the heart of England

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On Saturday, Clare (my wife) and I visited Salisbury for the day. The direct train route between Exeter and Salisbury, two ancient cathedral cities, takes about two hours, and passes through the rural… Continue reading

The forty-fifth writer on the blog is..

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The forty-fifth writer on the blog is Ray Girvan. ……….SOS from Varun – “Does anyone know anyone who can contribute to the Blog next week?” I have a think and decide I don’t, but… Continue reading