Skiing downhill, with or without an audience
Skiing downhill was never my strong suit – let’s face it, skiing was never my strong suit – but once upon a time I used to ski every winter.
City of Lights, libraries and bridges – back to Sundsvall
Paying a visit back to Sundsvall – for 10 years in the 1980s and 1990s the northern Swedish city where Mrs SC and I lived and worked.
A November Legacy – looking back at TheSupercargo
After all these years there’s a legacy of posts at TheSuupercargo stretching back for 10+ years; here are some November adjacent ones.
Curse words we all use – but less often nowadays
I use the F-word more often and curse more, going against several trends among English speakers, it seems, but also with them in one respect.
Pilgrim, Riddly and setting free the Turtles
A memory and a review of Riddly Walker, Turtle Diary and Pilgermann, ten years after the death of their author Russel Hoban.
Actual author meets implied reader – or doesn’t
In which we consider the author, the author’s imagined reader and the author’s actual reader, and the gaps between them.
Stepping through the gates of autumn
A photo essay about stepping through the gates of autumn in various years – illustrated with October photos mostly from GBG365.
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain – a seasonal poem
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
A post-Covid cricket in the Antique Halls café
The chirupping of a cricket in Gothenburg’s Antique Halls is a puzzle, as I try out the writing-friendly qualities of the Latteria
Shanks’s pony is getting tired
Shanks’s Pony is an old idiom for feet and walking. I’ve been having problems with my feet – they don’t like carrying me any more.