Simon Ward
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Freelance writer and editor, currently itinerant.
Stories (4/0)
What is it with Cristiano Ronaldo?
He is, by his own admission, the greatest football player on the planet at this moment. Perhaps ever. Just to be clear, that’s unsourced, and in fact he might not hold that opinion of himself. But you can certainly imagine that he might.
By Simon Ward6 years ago in Cleats
Stone Piled Upon Stone
It’s said that the devil was not best pleased with the prospect of a church on Brentor. Such was his objection that it took a truly angelic presence, no less than St. Michael of the Rock to assuage his resistance. Of course, the likelihood of St. Michael making an appearance on that barren hillside was as great, as or as small, as the sudden intervention of the devil. In fact, given the number of appearances the devil was credited with right across Dartmoor, the presence of Archangel Michael, the warrior saint, might be presumed to be less likely. Which is not to say that there wasn’t some kind of altercation between those who wanted to build a church on the hill and those others, that nameless and numberless remainder, who disagreed.
By Simon Ward6 years ago in Wander
My Horse Is My Car
It’s tempting, with a subtitle like that, to build a strained analogy between Spanish roads and the music of Joanna Newsom. But there would be no justice in the attempt. Spanish motorways are invariably straight, in places poorly maintained, with lumps and unkempt stretches that make the car rock disturbingly. None of these words and phrases could be used to describe her music. Progress might be made using the word through, simply because, as a necessity, Spanish roads traverse a landscape that inspires awe; mountains, rolling plains, flat plains, river gorges and expansive reservoirs. But even that is pushing it. Here’s a better analogy.
By Simon Ward6 years ago in Beat