It All Started With The Notebooks
The town I grew up in had an open-air market that took place on Thursdays. You could find everything from electrical goods, to denim jeans, to cuts of meat f...
Recent Posts
A False Sense Of Entitlement
Something has been annoying me more and more in recent yearswhich is surprising, given the number of things that annoy me on a regular basis. People. People ...
Syndication
After a weekend filled with olympic levels of procrastination,tinkering, and really quite useless meddling, the words and pictures I post to the blog will no...
A Little More Conversation
In the slightly reckless spirit of making it easier for random passers by to comment on the various posts at jonbeckett.com, I have swapped out the default c...
Sunday Morning 10Am
Ok, so it’s really 10:28am as I begin typing this, but if I wrote the time accurately it would be an even bigger distortion of the Paul Simon song title “Wed...
A Dangerous Business
For the last several years I have only really followed a handful of blogssome of them discovered during the inaugural running of “NaBloPoMo” (National Blog P...
The One Where The Beautiful Lady Cut All My Hair Off
Given that the unruly mop atop my head was verging towards “that bloke that doesn’t look after himself”, I figured I should get my hair cut this morning.
Here All Year
I just changed the billing behind this blog to “yearly”, meaning this little island on the internet will remain above water at least until January 2017. Ther...
Hi Ho Hi Ho Its Off To Work I Go
After a morning spent sitting in a council office waiting to tell the life story of our eldest daughter to a social worker who seemed to know nothing about a...
An Unexpected Day Off
Well this is a surprise. I had planned on looking after the children today while the schools in town had an “inset” day (teacher training).My other half is “...