How times have changed. A few years ago I was a religious person. So much so I went on to study (ha!) for the Priesthood (Church of England). I was Ordained early nineties at Coventry Cathedral and became The Reverend The Stratfordian. To this day,…
For Christmas last year all my kids (Kids!? The youngest is only 37-bless him) got a DNA kit. Soon the results will come in and they should to a man and women be able to claim the mantle, POC or Persons of Colour. Probably more…
The news that yet another member of my family is experiencing mental ill-health was a bit of a blow I have to admit and another restless night wondering what the hell is happening to us all. And by all, I don’t just mean my family…
It’s true you know. The closer one gets to one’s Sell-by date, the more time is spent looking back on one’s life and wondering ‘what went wrong’. In my case I find myself looking back to the crazy time I decided that I was maybe,…
I was thinking the other day about the times before we became European. Those were the days. Or, as I like to call them, the bad old days (yes, I’m a Remainer) before we became Europeans. Sadly, I think we have conveniently forgotten the trials…
I’m sorry if you had just become a keen follower and were perhaps even enjoying what the Stratfordian writes (the last version). You have been let down. I’m sorry if this sudden change on the Website has reduced you to tears and left you distraught,…