Showing posts with label Author. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Author. Show all posts

Saturday, 30 March 2013


In less than two weeks - this blog has just had its 2,500th visitation. Not sure how that compares with other two week old blogs, but I'm enjoying it whilst it lasts.

Over the next few weeks, I will be introducing some guest writers, which is going to be great. I might also play around with the way the site looks.

In the meantime, please keep the comments coming in, and I will try and keep up the pace...

Happy Easter by the way.

Saturday, 23 March 2013


by Colin Bloom

My baby blog is exactly one week old and I've made a few minor tweaks to it.

Gone is the name MUSINGS - COLIN BLOOM, replaced by BRITAIN IN BLOOM. I toyed with BLOOM'S BRITAIN and BLOOMING BRITAIN but they didn't float my dinghy.

After one week, this blog has had nearly 1,200 visits - I have no idea if that is a good number or not.

Thank you to everyone who has followed the site. As you can probably tell, I could do with tips and advice, please keep it coming.

Friday, 22 March 2013


A friend said to me that the title "Musings - Colin Bloom" was boring, unoriginal and should be changed.

I am happy to change it, but what to? It's not too late. I've only been blogging for six days.

Let me know.


I love chairs that don't stack. Chairs that stack however, worry me.

There is something sinister, Orwellian, North Korean about chairs are identical to each other. Laid out in formation, metronomic in their sameness, they judge your imperfect orthodoxy. They mock your quirks, and with their mass produced tubular steel legs they want to crush your character.

I love chairs that don't stack. I want to be in a political party where the chairs don't  stack and I want to be in a church where the chairs don't stack either.

It was my grandmother who told me that in polite company one should never discuss religion or politics. If she's watching me now, she is probably spinning like one of her dusty '78 gramophone records*. My world is filled with both, and it's usually what I spend most of my time talking about - trying to build closer links between the Christian faith and politics and vice versa. To me at least the reason is simple; it's because I think God's best invention for society was the church, and democracy is the least worst way to run a nation. So in my mind, if these two great ideas don't have a healthy relationship - then we all suffer.

Society is made up of chairs of different shapes and colours. Some are comfortable and well upholstered and some are skinny nasty scratchy plastic. Some are made from wood and others brushed aluminium; the point I have been forced to realise is that political parties will be stronger and the church will be healthier when we realise our genius is in our differences.   

I love chairs that don't stack.

*for readers born after 1985, before the invention of  iTunes, before Spotify, before even Compact Discs, before Sony Walkmans, before 8 track cassettes  before the 12" EP - music was played on these black vinyl discs called gramophone records - or records for short.

Sunday, 17 March 2013


by Colin Bloom

One of my favourite writers is Eric Arthur Blair; known by his more famous pen name George Orwell. For me his 1940's books Animal Farm and Nineteen Eighty-Four remain penetrating and sagacious examples of the power of words.

Ironically, I first read both books in 1984 and every Easter I re-read both novels with increasing enthusiasm. Why? Because without fail I learn something new and am reminded again of why I hold many of my political ideologies. I think people like me should read these books as warnings; sadly it feels like too many people of influence must be reading them as guide books. In my musings to come, I daresay these points will be revisited.

Over the years I have given away so many copies of Animal Farm and Nineteen Eighty-Four that I have taken to buying up second-hand copies from charity shops. Knowing that with all the fervency of an end-times preacher, they will be pressed into the hands of some unsuspecting dinner guest, relative or window cleaner with the exhortation to "Read this! The end is nigh!"

Last year a friend suggested that I flirt with breaking the duopsony of my Easter reading trysts and add Orwell's 1946 book of essays 'Why I Write'. This literary beauty immediately caught my eye, seduced me, and is now beckoning me into her chamber for a second time. Time to musk up...

So as I start my own journey into inking my fingers some more, I wanted to set down the six rules that Orwell gives in Why I Write with the hope that I can stick with his advice.

  1. Never use a metaphor, simile or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
  2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.
  3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
  4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.
  5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
  6. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

Obviously the views expressed on this blog are my own, they might not always accord with organisations I work with or friends and loved ones that I break bread with. But so far as it depends on me, I will try and live at peace with everyone.

Feedback and comments are welcome and encouraged, but this is my blog, so I will remove anything I think is unhelpful.