Falconry With Sakers And Salukis
John Powell tells of falconry and hunting gazelle in the deserts of Syria and Iraq.
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John Powell tells of falconry and hunting gazelle in the deserts of Syria and Iraq.
When the ebullient John Powell decides to again try his hand at musicianship, you are guaranteed a chuckle with every drum beat.
John Powell paints an enticing word portrait of a Greek island.
OK, so you have the right words to bedazzle colleagues in management meetings - but you need more than words when it comes to hanging a picture?
John Powell tells how the not-so-handy can still get the better of a handyman.
John Powell visits the Gallipoli battlefields on Anzac Day.
John Powell continues his memories of joyous boyhood days while on holiday in Herne Bay.
...Our feet soon became accustomed to running on the pebbled beach; we found that when we let our young feet sink into the pebbles it didn't hurt that much anyway. Who cared? We were with our friends again and taking out the rowing boats; riding our bikes; climbing trees in Blean Woods; climbing the cliffs at Westcliffe or fishing off the Hampton jetty, catching nothing but such fun throwing our lines out; or it was decided, by unanimous vote, to ride our bikes to the park to fly our model aeroplanes. ..
John Powell tells of happy family holidays at Herne Bay in the 1930s - an age when children made their own entertainment rather than waiting for it to be provided for them.
John Powell finds out what it is like to be airborne in a "flying Go-Kart''.
John Powell reveals that there's more to a name than meets the eye - or a well-aimed pepper pot.
John Powell tells of fraught times and excellent hospitality during a visit to Jordan.
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John Powell, with literary tongue firmly in cheek, applies Feng Shui to do-it-yourself furniture.
...Athens is still a traffic-congested cement city with high-rise apartments in every available space, each with a balcony, many being enhanced with pleasing green shrubs breaking the monotony of the everlasting cement. Unfortunately, the habit of shaking blankets, curtains and tablecloths from the balcony can lead to minor dust storms on those below...
John Powell tells of expansive experiences in the Greek capital.
...She shouted at the top of her screeching voice, for the whole store to hear, “Melissa! MELISSA! THIS MAN WANTS TO BUY HIS BRA, CAN YOU COME AND HELP HIM ?” About 50 pairs of female eyes were now staring at me, and 25 mouths, all talking at once, as they discussed this transvestite pervert—me...
John Powell, fulfilling his duties as an errand boy for his incapacitated wife, ventures under potest into the bra secion of a large store.
...And then the magic moment: I had been keeping my hand on the dual-controlled joystick, feeling Roger's movements reacting to the sailplane, when he said, ‘Right, John, take over for a bit if you like.’ If I like? My oath! I liked...
John Powell experiences the joy of taking to the air in a sailplane.
...For the first ten minutes Tom would sit, very seriously, applying resin up and down the bow explaining to me, in learned fashion, that this improves the tone of the instrument. I wondered how it sounded without it. Next, Tom would struggle to adjust his crotch area, in embarrassing fashion, so that he could then stretch his little legs sufficiently and beyond the normal call of duty, enabling him to wrap them around the huge cello...
The irrepressibly good-humoured John Powell recalls having to sit-in on his brother's cello lessons.
...I was puzzled by the Hipsters. There is no opening in the front. (Men, as you may know, or should know, have openings in the front). This absence calls for the most ridiculous contortions; knees bendings and leg liftings together with facial grimaces beyond belief, when the occasions call, indeed, manoeuvres so demanding that I inevitably get severe cramps before success is achieved...
John Powell - no slouch he - went out and bought himself some Hipsters to celebrate his 82nd birthday. But South Sea Island Aqua? And Golden Sunburst? Colours such as those could only end up in one place.
John Powell, writing with great gusto and good humour, considers the debt we owe to those ancient Greek thinkers - Mr Archimedes, Mr Pythogaras, and that ilk.
John's entertaining words will now be appearing fortnightly in Open Writing. Do watch out for them.