Another year wiser and another excuse to compile a series of lists and memories. In many respects it’s been the best and worst of years, but two events tip it firmly in the favour of “years to forget”. More on that later, let’s get the really important stuff out of the road first. Best of…Continue reading Happy New Year!
Lovely Christmas day, tempered with more bad news in the evening (more later but I’m not dwelling on it now). Delicious dinner, ate too much, drank enough to destroy my liver several times over and got some rather nice pressies as well. Yesterday was spent in the company of friends, inventing cocktails, playing board games…Continue reading No rest
Certainly not original but tickled my funny bone. A little. Things you can only say during Christmas: I prefer breasts to legs Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist. Smother the butter all over the breasts! If I don’t undo my trousers, I’ll burst! I’ve never seen a better spread! I’m in the mood…Continue reading Crimbo Humour
Every now and then I find myself thinking (I hesitate to call it planning) out blog posts whilst wandering around. This is no exception and, as you’ll find if you read on, I do seem to wax lyrical a tad. No excuse or pardon is requested, just a forewarning. This gets a bit… esoteric? For…Continue reading Soundtrack your life
Arriving home to find a reindeer on your front lawn is always a little startling.
I’ll probably re-visit this post later, but I’ll post it as is for the moment. I’ve been an Orange customer, on and off for over ten years (the longest I spent away from them was for one year). I’ve always been happy with the tariffs and offers, less so with the reception but it’s never…Continue reading A letter of complaint
Last night, which kinda snuck up on me, saw me and a few thousand others bopping along to all those wonderful old Abba hits. Yes that’s right. Abba. Or, more accurately, the tribute band Björn Again were in town. I’ve seen them once before, almost 15 years ago now, when they played a gig at…Continue reading Not from Sveeden
Seems that Mr. Ramsay is in the papers again – no such thing as bad press, right? – for showing the deaths of six turkeys. For once I happened to have watched the show, and can admit that it was a bit of a shock (geddit!!). For those who aren’t aware, Gordon Ramsay and his…Continue reading The F Word
There is nothing better than lying, slightly bedraggled and hungover, on the couch all day watching crap TV and classic movies like Clash of the Titans. I’d forgotten just how spectacularly bad the latter was, although to be fair to the actors it can’t have been easy to work with that dialogue. Fantastically awful, I…Continue reading Matchsticks