Welcome to justthoughtsnstuff

I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

New blog: morethoughtsnstuff.com.

Wednesday 14 April 2010


Been watching Tenant of Wildfell Hall on DVD in front of a suitably crackling log fire, hound at my feet--well, small fluffy dog at my feet anyway. Don't know the book but am now so gripped by TV version I just wish I had time to read it. Love the decaying house on the moor Tara Fitzgerald rents.

David Cameron posters were being nailed to stakes as bus came into Aston this evening. The self-styled arrogant bastard in hoodie and ripped jeans who was sitting next to me gave a snort--though not one filled with the full-throttle derision I expected.

I didn't snort but did feel... No, the point is I didn't feel. Hardly a thing. The poster could have been promoting anyone and I'd have had the same numb reaction. I suppose I'm just determined to ignore all the hype and vote for the candidate I was going to support anyway. Not that I'm particularly inspired by that person. I'm certainly not going to listen to the three-way debate tomorrow. I've never experienced election-apathy before.

Will I be voting for Dave? That would be telling.

Meanwhile, I can't believe the online course will be staring next Monday. The relative calm of the vacation has been fantastic.

Nice pint of Hooky at Bell at Langford this evening.

Have also been learning new type-setting tricks, which my friend Richard alerted me to.


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