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Diana Donald from Soham, Cambridgeshire, was moved by an arrticle written by Sylvia West about the heavy-handed advice of Dr Truby King, a New Zealander who believed and taught that babies should be treated and reared on the same strict regime that worked with farm animals, calves in particular.
Peter Hinchliffe reports that the Internet is overtaking newspapers as a source of news.
Peter Hinchliffe is shocked by an experiment in which cocaine was administered to bees.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of the plight of the honeybee.
Christmas Day - and Open Writing editor Peter Hinchliffe refuses to be downcast.
Peter Hinchliffe reminds us of the secret of happiness and the answer to depression.
Peter Hinchliffe is still on the lookout for footballing heroes.
Peter Hinchliffe accepts the argument that we should all consume less. But what about the milk?
Peter Hinchliffe points out that that the majority of people in the Western world seem unwilling to lead simpler lives to combat global warming.
Peter Hinchliffe does some brooding in Meadowhell shopping mall.
Peter Hinchliffe mourns the loss of true wealth.
Peter Hinchliffe is not impressed with the competition to build the world’s tallest builing.
Neither a lender nor a borrower be, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe reports that some British provincial newspapers are struggling to survive.
Sales of the humble turnip are soaring in these tough economic times, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
The desire for more cash and possessions seems to be part of the human condition, Peter Hinchliffe says.
Peter Hinchliffe confesses to being a time addict.
Peter Hinchliffe thinks houses should be regarded as homes, not “investments’’.
Peter Hinchliffe is enjoying his summer wine years.
Global warming is increasing the risk of forest and moorland fires, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
Britain this week is celebrating its sporting heroes, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
Peter Hinchliffe discovers that Toronto is the one true international city.
Peter Hinchliffe comments on the declining profitability of newspapers in Britain and the USA.
China seems to be heading for supremacy in commerce and sport, Peter Hinchliffe suggests.
Peter Hinchliffe declares his allegiance to Huddersfield Town, a football club with an illustrious history.
The Rolling Stones are the talismen for millions of pensioner rebels who refuse to be tagged as "old'', says Peter Hinchliffe.
Continue reading "Will Mick Jagger Still Be Rockin' When He's 88?" »
Peter Hinchliffe tells how two brave men who were close colleagues during World War Two were re-united after 44 years.
Peter Hinchliffe is disturbed to hear that the majority of UK citizens are not convinced humans cause global warming.
Peter Hinchliffe is saddened to hear that 20 per cent of English children have failed to get to grips with their own language.
Selfish and demanding British children are playing their part in ruining the planet, says Peter Hinchliffe,
Peter Hinchliffe deplores the lack of opportunities for working class youngsters who wish to become journalists.
Continue reading "British Journalists Need Wealthy Parents" »
Peter Hinchliffe wonders whether today's children really are very much different to the children of 60 years ago.
Steve Harrison tells of a man who set out to prove that the hand is quicker than the snake.
Peter Hinchliffe wonders whether James Bond would be able to successfully ply his trade in modern Britain.
Thieves are finding rich pickings in English gardens, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
One in four Britons think that Winston Churchill was a mythical character, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
Peter Hinchliffe admits that he would much rather admire a garden, rather than tend one.
Shops, post offices, schools and pubs are closing. Peter Hinchliffe reports on the death of the English village.
University lecturer Katie Davies has made a film which illustrates the bizarre military rituals in the zone between North and South Korea. Peter Hinchliffe interviews the talented young artist.
Peter Hinchliffe, who edits Open Writing and is also a citizen reporter working for OhmyNews International, a Web-based newspaper based in Seoul, South Korea, is convinced that good journalism can help to make the world a better place.
Continue reading "Citizen Journalists Can Change The World" »
Oh dear! It's time to get into the garden again. Peter Hinchliffe is happier looking out onto a garden, rather than tending to its needs.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of the birth of the modern computer age.
Katie Davies has made a haunting four-minute film of the extraordinary military rituals which prevail in the demilitarised zone between South and North Korea.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of an extraordinarily talented young film maker.
Northerner Peter Hinchliffe muses on England’s great divide.
Peter Hinchliffe highlights the planet-damaging effrects of the bottled water industry.
Continue reading "The Madness And Badness Of Bottled Water" »
Peter Hinchliffe finds it hard to accept that British children are unhappier than those in any of the other 21 richest nations in the world.
Peter Hincliffe confesses to the ownership of a sweet tooth.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of the irritants which turn flying into a test of endurance.
British green guru Jonathon Porritt has warned that two more Earths will be needed to make everyone rich, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
City dwellers are in a hurry the world over, as Peter Hinchliffe reports.
Peter Hinchliffe enthuses about Arthur Ransome, an author whose books have engaged his imagination for the past 65 years.
Peter Hinchliffe pays tribute to an outstanding humanitarian.
Children delight in mocking the adult world in their playground rhymes, as Peter Hinchliffe reveals.
After an abundance of Christmas feasting Peter Hinchliffe contemplates the year ahead.
University researchers have poured cold water on the love-at-first-sight concept, Peter Hinchliffe reports.
"Those who foist unrefusable chunks of music upon us probably retire to lead-lined rooms to chuckle softly at the annoyance they cause,'' says Peter Hinchliffe.
"Creatures born to be free should never be caged,'' says Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe home town is noted for its choral singing.
Peter Hinchliffe feels guilty as he sits in his "metal box'' in a traffic jam.
It isn’t every day of the week that you get the chance to sit down and dine with Tarzan of the Apes.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls a heady night in Guaymas, Mexico.
Peter Hinchliffe feels guilty for buying a new leather jacket.
Peter Hinchliffe calls for a tree-planting campaign.
Days flooded with sunshine are all very well, says Peter Hinchliffe, but there are snags.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of mustard plasters, bread poultices and elderberry syrup.
Readers in search of news are increasingly unlikely to buy a newspaper in the UK, as Peter Hinchliffe reveals.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of British folk who have chosen to leave the land of their birth.
In the bowels of the deepest pit in England a search is going on for the secret of the universe, as Peter Hinchliffe reveals.
Continue reading "A Search For The Secret Of The Universe" »
Peter Hinchliffe reflects on Yorkshire's Viking heritage.
Peter Hinchliffe thinks the time for a new British national anthem is long overdue.
Peter Hinchliffe supports author Bill Bryson's call for England's green spaces to remain green.
Peter Hinchliffe presents the sad and shocking story of an Iraqi family who have had to seek refuge in Syria.
Peter Hinchliffe celebrates the work of the National Trust, keepers of some of Britain’s finest houses and landscapes.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of a Jamboree which celebrated 100 years of Scouting.
Don't call me British, says Englishman Peter Hinchliffe.
The Hinchliffes go into battle against an army of wasps.
Peter Hinchliffe respects urban foxes - but not all of his neighbours share his affection for the four-footed hunters who now share life with humans in England's towns and cities.
Peter Hinchliffe is still unimpressed with the name chosen more than 30 years ago for the local government area in which he lives.
Peter Hinchliffe advises you to watch out when you wave the plastic about.
Peter Hinchliffe tells tales about Patrick Bronte, father of the famous literary Bronte sisters.
Peter Hinchliffe sings the praises of the Lone Star State.
Some folk believe that ghosts and demons haunt the Internet, as Peter Hinchliffe reveals.
Peter Hinchliffe enjoys the glory of autumn, gathered into a single deliciously-satisfying sphere.
Peter Hinchliffe is not amused by fanciful pub names.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of a gambling game that used to be regularly played in the Yorkshire Pennine hills where he lives.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the days when he was digging for victory.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of his stay in the land of stottie cake and pease pudding.
Old rock 'n rollers don't fade away, says Peter Hinchliffe. They simply turn up the volume.
In this wonderful column Steve Harrison tells of the loving advice he receives from his six-months-old daughter.
Thousands of visitors to Whitby, the Yorkshire coastal town, still choose to believe that Dracula was a historical character and is buried in St Mary's churchyard.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of Bram Stoker's famous novel.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of an encounter of the prickly kind on a dark autumn night.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls boyhood visits to the sweets shop.
Peter Hinchliffe thrives on home-grown rhubarb.
Peter Hinchliffe reports that his home town, Huddersfield in Yorkshire, has just been designated the happiest town in the north of England.
Peter Hinchliffe brings some depressing statistics for those who seek to entertain and inform by means of the written word.
The acquisition of a new car makes Peter Hinchliffe feel guilty rather than joyful.
The evenings are lengthening in England now, and Peter Hinchliffe’s lawn is summoning him to give it a short-back-and-sides.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls happy fairground days - and an encounter with the world's champion eater.
Eric Shackle is probably the oldest reporter at work in the electronic media. At the age of 87 he's chasing stories with the enthusiasm of someone 50 years his junior then writing them in an easy-to-read style honed by six decades of journalistic experience.
Eric, who has written for some of the world's greatest newspapers, is now a pioneer of electronic journalism. He was born in Chingford, which was formerly in Essex, England, but is now part of Greater London.
He attended South Chingford School before winning a scholarship to Bancroft's School, Woodford Green, but soon after taking it up, migrated Down Under in 1929 with his parents and younger sister, who now lives in New Zealand.
Eric began a long career in journalism and public relations as a copyboy on the Christchurch (New Zealand) Press in 1935, and two years later, aged 17, left the family home for Australia, where he has lived ever since.
Besides regularly writing stories for one of the Web’s leading on-line newspapers, OhmyNews International and writing and producing his widely read e-book www.bdb.co.za/shackle/, Eric contributes a weekly column to Open Writing. Here he is interviwed by Open Writing editor Peter Hinchliffe.
Continue reading "Eric Shackle - A Very Special Journalist" »
Peter Hinchliffe appreciates gallantry on the home front during World War Two.
Peter Hinchliffe pays tribute to Mt Heinz's taste-enhancing sauce.
Peter Hinchliffe finds himself in high places while touring in Western Australia.
Peter Hinchliffe deplores the misuse of his native language.
Peter Hinchliffe delights in his mother tongue- broad Yorkshire.
Peter Hinchliffe notes that while millions of Chinese folk are rushing from the countryside to live and work in cities, in post-industrial England many long for the rural life.
Peter Hinchliffe objects to being turned into a walking advert.
Feeling health conscious after Christmas over-indulgence? Then harken to the advice of Joseph Harker. Peter Hinchliffe tells of a concertina-playing man who was devoted to good eating, good drinking and good health.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of a retired librarian who has to wear a sun hat indoors - and all because of the fact that she shares her home with a parrot that loves to peck human heads.
Bring back our trams, Peter Hinchliffe pleads.
…There was a pair of cotton drill trousers. I still wince at the thought of the pain. The material was fine. Sandy-coloured. Hard-wearing. Just the thing for an East African safari. Unfortunately, the trousers didn't match my measurements. They pinched me where no man should be pinched…
Peter Hinchliffe admits to falling victim to the lures of odd adverts in certain Saturday newspapers.
Peter Hinchliffe spends a magical afternoon in a Dutch cathedral.
Peter Hinchliffe lives in Yorkshire, the English county where older folk still think that it is better to save than to spend.
"Scotsmen have nothing on us when it comes to meanness,'' he says.
The English expect the world to conduct it's business in English, says Peter Hinchliffe. And by jingo, for the most part it does!
Blustery dark November. Time to think of the serious things in life, says Peter Hinchliffe. The important things, such as bacon sandwiches and boiled onions.
Continue reading "A Boiled Onion - And Other Important Things In Life" »
Peter Hinchliffe suggests that one of his favourite artists, L S Lowry, was not as dour and gloomy as some folk would have us believe.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the fun of bonfire nights way back then – and deplores the vandalism which has become part of today’s bonfire night scene.
“Trees were our own personal Everests, with green on their tops instead of snow. As we triumphantly surveyed the surrounding scenery from the highest branches of a stout old oak we felt we were capable of conquering the world,’’ says Peter Hinchliffe, recalling his boyhood.
Peter Hinchliffe writes of an encounter of the prickly kind.
Peter Hinchliffe visits a Dutch town and unexpectedly finds himself stepping into American history.
Peter Hinchliffe pines for quiet Sundays.
Peter Hinchliffe introduces Joyce Worsfold, a retired teacher who writes warm-hearted poetry that makes you aware of the best things in life.
To read more of Joyce’s poems type her name in the search box on this page.
Peter Hinchliffe introduces the rightfully famous Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe welcomes the season of blackberrying – and tells of a sandwich fit for the gods.
Peter Hinchliffe delves into some old superstitions before revealing his own magical talisman.
Peter Hinchliffe's appetite spans the globe.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the intense delight experienced on the first day of the summer holidays. No more school for six weeks!
Peter Hinchliffe likes to go travelling, but he's never happier than when walking the hills of home.
Peter Hinchliffe finds himself in a country which is floating on a sea of debt.
Peter Hinchliffe has a chance encounter with a war hero.
Peter Hinchliffe, an unredeemable fan and loyal supporter of the blue-and-whites, the Huddersfield Town football team, looks forward to the start of another season.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls adventures and excitements involving the Herbie car – the Volkswagen Beetle.
Peter Hinchliffe confesses that he is addicted to - tea.
Peter Hinchliffe remembers the night when he became a local hero – and other happy times in Ireland.
Britain is now the land of the traffic jam - and there’s no relief in sight, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe writes about a stray cat called Lucky.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of his own very tenuous link with the man who developed the modern computer.
Peter Hinchliffe is stumped by the quiz night questions at his local working men’s club.
Give Peter Hinchliffe a stout pair of hiking boots, and you can keep your sweaty keep-fit gyms.
Peter Hinchliffe regrets that his name is on the downward path.
Peter Hinchliffe pays tribute to the Yorkshire pudding, the mainstay of Sunday dinners when he was a lad.
Peter Hinchliffe reflects upon England’s changing climate.
Peter Hinchliffe considers that most enigmatic of all animals – the cat.
Peter Hinchliffe pays tribute to a fine man, Tom Hellawell. Tom wrote excellent articles. They appear in Open Writing under the title Yorkshire Lad. Do read them. They’re a special treat!
Peter Hinchliffe relishes those stories of small coincidences.
Boots on - and up we go, onto Bleaklow. Peter Hinchliffe loves to hike on those northern hills.
Peter Hinchliffe takes a disbelieving look at the shelves in his bathroom.
...If only war were a playground game. An opportunity to zoom around with arms for wings, going rat-tat-tat-tat....
Peter Hinchliffe reflects on the harsh realities of the situation in Iraq.
This week a Yorkshire village school staged a performane of Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance in a historic concert hall.
The International Gilbert and Sullivan Society hope many other British schools will now follow the lead given by Lepton Church of England Primary School.
Peter Hinchliffe was enchanted by the Lepton Primary stage stars.
Peter Hinchliffe tells the story of Andrew Mynarski, a gallant Canadian airman who was awarded the Victoria Cross.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of a journey to Leeds in search of a root canal.
Peter Hinchliffe thinks it is now time to consider time.
Peter Hinchliffe and his wife Joyce dine with the locals on Texas home cooking.
Peter Hinchliffe considers a slithery subject.
Peter Hinchliffe experiences acute anxiety on his first visit to Amsterdam.
Peter Hinchliffe contemplates the ultimate punishment for a male – going shopping.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of encounters with our simian cousins.
Please, please, please don't call Peter Hinchliffe a wrinklie.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of his delight in listening to the radio - which began with the help of a slipper heel.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls some of the delights of National Service.
Peter Hinchliffe remembers a hot afternoon in Memphis, Tennessee.
Christmas isn't about how much you spend, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe’s mother was tough on grime, and tough on the causes of grime.
Peter Hinchliffe is beginning to think that modern cars have bigger “brains’’ than their owners.
“What a shock to human vanity if visitors arrive from outer space and plunge into the sea to commune with its creatures, ignoring us and our problems…’’ Peter Hinchliffe writes about those wonderful creatures, dolphins.
Peter Hinchliffe turns Violet into Vera, Mary into Margaret, and Jean becomes Joan.
Continue reading "Now What Was This Column Supposed To Be About?" »
What a night it was when a 20-year-old singer with gyrating hips and a quiff big enough to surf on came to town! Peter Hinchliffe tells of the times when Elvis went to Wichita Falls, Texas.
As he strides along a rural track Peter Hinchliffe thinks of Eric Bloodaxe, the Viking war lord.
Peter Hinchliffe spots an advert for a holiday break in Whitby, North Yorkshire, that sets him dreaming of might-have-beens.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the day the world might have ended.
Want to look happy when someone is taking a photo of your face. Just say OUISTITI, Peter Hinchliffe advises.
Peter Hinchliffe goes travelling, with pants legs flapping in the breeze.
"Euro if you want to,'' says Peter Hinchliffe. "I am content with the £.''
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the days when , still a schoolboy, he toiled in a damp field, gathering in the potato harvest.
Peter Hinchliffe, writing with gustatory enthusiasm, tells of one of Yorkshire's greatest treats.
Peter Hinchliffe sympathises with the loneliness of the long-distance lorry driver.
Peter Hinchliffe and his family are haunted by a crying baby when they go flying round the world.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls a visit to busy, bouncy Barcelona.
Peter Hinchliffe writes with pride of the growing band of British pensioners who are not asking for more, but asking if they can contribute more.
Peter Hinchliffe writes about the early days of trans-Atlantic air travel.
Peter Hinchliffe writes of favourite songs and presents a new ditty for your consideration.
Peter Hinchliffe visits one of the most famous buildings in the world, the Alhambra in Granada.
That throbbing engine beat was unmistakable. A World War Two bomber. A Flying Fortress... Peter Hinchliffe tells of the war-time experiences of a Yorkshire Land Girl.
Peter Hinchliffe bemoans the passing of the traditional English pub.
Alnwick Castle looks like a castle ought to look, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Scotland for the Scots, says Peter Hinchliffe. Why should they not have home rule?
Peter Hinchliffe remembers the life and times of a village blacksmith.
Peter Hinchliffe is offered the chance to buy a degree - and memories start to flow.
In the early 1800s boys as young as six were working down Yorkshire coal mines. They were alone in total darkness for most of the day, writes Peter Hinchliffe. Peter grew up in a Yorkshire pit village.
Where would Britain be without tea? Peter Hinchliffe ponders on a vital question.
Peter Hinchliffe is never likely to forget the day when someone mistook him for Baldy Johnson.
Peter Hinchliffe confesses that he talks to his computer - and also to himself.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls those exciting early days of journies into space.
Peter Hinchliffe writes about a huge Yorkshire shopping mall called Meadowhall. A chap he knows calls in Meadowhell.
Peter Hinchliffe goes walk, walk, walking in Valencia.
Peter Hinchliffe was in his fifties when he finally plucked up enough courage to take the plunge.
Peter Hinchliffe wonders whether the day will ever come when he is no longer a slave to Time.
Peter Hinchliffe says that when the sap is rising and the catkins tremble on the twig, a skylark's thoughts naturally turn to... Well, to larking about.
Peter Hinchliffe Number Two chats to Peter Hinchliffe Number One.
Give me opera in the peace and quiet of my own home every day, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Sociable creatures, hens, says Peter Hinchliffe. They cluck, scratch and gossip all day long. They always seem to be discussing the latest scandals...
Despite being interrupted by a flock of bumptious feathery blabberbeaks, Peter Hinchliffe manages to carry on thinking while he walks.
Peter Hinchliffe, who grew up in a mining village, remembers hardy pitmen, and the trials they endured to earn a living.
Peter Hinchliffe is glad to be living in a land where volunteering is a way of life.
Peter Hinchliffe reveals his circus blushes.
"We Brits are possibly the most restless nation on Earth,'' says Peter Hinchliffe. "We have an in-born desire to try somewhere new.''
Peter Hinchliffe's love affair with America began with chewing gum and comics.
Peter Hinchliffe tells a couple of slithery snake stories.
Peter Hinchliffe declares his loyalty to the Terriers.
There are times when you begin to wonder whether humans were wise in domesticating the dog, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe asks if it is appropriate today to say Happy New Year to the people of Thailand, India, Sri Lanka, the Maldives and Andaman islans, Bangladesh, Burma, Malaysia, Indonesia, Somalia and Kenya.
HERE'S WISHING A HAPPY DAY TO ALL OUR WRITERS AND READERS
Peter Hinchliffe, the editor of Openwriting, counts his blessings on this special day.
So what oes John Noble's cat have to do with the British national anthem? Peter Hinchliffe explains all...
Peter Hinchliffe writes of the delight of walking in the company of squirrels, rabbits, hares and foxes.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls a creepy dream which disturbed his sleep in an Ehiopian hotel.
Peter Hinchliffe confesses to an obsession. He loves to fiddle with digital watches.
Journalist Peter Hinchliffe finds himself impaled in words by one of Britain's finest newspaper columnists.
Peter Hinchliffe describes how he escaped from the deadly clutches of Lady Nicotine.
So is a chap who plays taped music to his tomato plants showing signs of being mad, Peter Hinchliffe asks?
Peter Hinchliffe recalls those cold winter nights, when a coal fire burned brightly in many a home.
Peter Hinchliffe admits that when it comes to mobile phones he's a Luddite.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the days when a pint of beer cost eight pence.
As the long, dark winter nights draw nigh, Peter Hinchliffe says it is time to consider serious things. Such as bacon sandwiches, boiled onions and cooked suppers.
Are you eBay or Freebay? Peter Hinchliffe considers the question.
"The first thing I see is a lawn roller,'' says Peter Hinchliffe. "And the first thing I hear is the destructive clanging thud of iron hitting stone.''
As he begins his 50th year as a journalist Peter Hinchliffe ponders on the nature of work.
Peter Hinchliffe decides it's time to read books he really wants to read - not the books he thinks he ought to be reading.
So much rain has fallen on England this month that Peter Hinchliffe is keeping a weather eye open in case The Ark comes sailing by.
Peter Hinchliffe contemplates marathon running - and 10,000 steps a day.
Peter Hinchliffe takes a speedy rail trip from London to Yorkshire while reading Parallel Lines, a book which made him guffaw while encouraging deep thought about Britain's transport problems.
After an unexpected encounter on a station platform Peter Hinchliffe finds himself within touching distance of Big Ben, the most famous clock in the world.
As the Athens Olympics are about to begin, Peter Hinchliffe thinks back to the time when he competed in the Whitley Olympics.
Peter Hinchliffe wonders why anyone would choose to own 15 pairs of jeans.
So how will your children pass the time during the summer holidays? Peter Hinchliffe recalls the days when a couple of empty jam jars could make a child happy.
"Don't let the bugs bite,'' implores Peter Hinchliffe as he starts to feel itchy while reading a newspaper.
"Here I am in this sparkling new shopping mall, sipping a latte coffee.'' Peter Hinchliffe revels in England's burgeoning coffee shop culture.
Peter Hinchliffe enjoys a noisy sing-along evening in a famous Glasgow theatre.
Eight-year-old Mary and her two younger sisters were excited when they went with their father on a day trip to the seaside. But the events of that day were to haunt Mary for decades, as Peter Hinchliffe reveals.
England may be in mourning after losing to France in their opening Euro 2004 Cup game - but don't despair, says Peter Hinchliffe.
Peter Hinchliffe says that every child deserves a dad or mum who will read aloud to them.
To an eight-year-old boy a slice of cake was more significant than the D-Day landings, as Peter Hinchliffe reveals.
Peter Hinchliffe contemplates the delights to be unlocked from the printed page.
Peter Hinchliffe reveals that some British cities are being besieged by seagulls. Had film producer Alfred Hitchcock, maker of that creepy epic "The Birds'', been alive to read this story, he would probably have said "Told you so!''
Peter Hinchliffe recalls some nerve-jangling experiences in Kenya.
Peter Hinchliffe turns his back on the fashion scene.
People are crying in Leeds today - and all because of a football team. But as a fan of Huddersfield Town, Peter Hinchliffe still has reason to hope.
Peter Hinchliffe decides that Tenerife is no place for a permanent home.
Peter Hinchliffe's love affair with America began with Juicy Fruit and Batman comics.
Peter Hinchliffe welcomes new readers to regularly enjoy Open Writing - which publishes something new every day. And if you have an urge to write, read on...
A victim of earworms? Peter Hinchliffe reveals that they are probably "haunting'' you even though you have never heard of them.
Peter Hinchliffe discusses evenings, long and short.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of a conversation that led him to study John Robert Gregg's speed-writing system.
Can a man love his typewriter? Peter Hinchliffe reveals that a journalistic man certainly can.
Peter Hinchliffe reflects on the darker side of car ownership.
Peter Hinchliffe tells of his acute embarrassment in a women's clothing shop.
Peter Hinchliffe ponders on weighty bodily matters.
Peter Hinchliffe explains why it pays to look away when a teacher is talking to you.
Continue reading "Don't Look At Me When I'm Talking To You" »
Peter Hinchliffe sips a strong black coffee to stay awake while ruminating on yesterday's Super Bowl.
Peter Hinchliffe muses on whether life in merry old England really is getting better.
Peter Hinchliffe recalls the trials and delights of keeping hens - then broods upon a $25 million egg.
Peter Hinchliffe remembers an Atlantic crossing on the Cunard liner Sylvania, sailing from Liverpool to New York.
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