Photo by Dan Gold on Unsplash Well, almost always, there were a few exceptions. The 1970s for example. This was a decade that feasted on the dead corpse of the swinging sixties, like a toothless old man gnaws at the bones of the three day old Christmas turkey who then, when finding that the meat has long gone,Continue reading “I’ve always loved food.”
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Upon the Just and the Unjust
There is something very comforting about the gentle splattering of rain on the window, especially if that window is double glazed and the room one is sat in, is warm. Beads of water, each with its miniature rainbow, creep down to the sill leaving in its wake a tiny streamlet which twists and turns. TheContinue reading “Upon the Just and the Unjust”
Where is Thy Sting?
Along with bleeding gums, forced marriage and a winter holiday in Scunthorpe, death is not everyone’s cup of tea. It is probably safe to suggest that most of us will avoid it if we possibly can. Not everyone of course. There are a few who pray for it daily. They will be thinking it bringsContinue reading “Where is Thy Sting?”
Fly me to the moon
…but not to Newcastle, Newquay or Norwich. Flybe collapsed on Thursday. The CEO blamed a snot encrusted cotton handkerchief for the airline’s demise. The offending cloth was found in the air conditioning unit of a Dash 8 Q400 and was responsible for spreading a virus throughout the cabin potentially infecting over 70 people. Mrs AgnesContinue reading “Fly me to the moon”
Isolation
The BBC today: “Some people are being asked to isolate themselves to prevent the spread of coronavirus”. Ok. My local pub has ‘characters’. The full range of humanity is at times on display, and in the manner of the beasts of the African savannah, they tend to come to the watering hole at different timesContinue reading “Isolation”
Sodding Turmoil
Sodding Turmoil In the darkness of the low beamed snug of The Badger and Ferret in Little Sodding, Vicar Tiresomely-Preaching and the Squire, Sir Evershot Strangely-Bottom, sat within a fug of blue grey pipe smoke and two jugs of the session ale ‘Old Tractor’. They sat at a pub table notched and scarred with theContinue reading “Sodding Turmoil”
Gullible’s Travels
Once upon a time that were two small villages not too far from each other. Nestling among the Muddlingthrough hills, Much Sodding boasted a farrier, whereas Little Sodding was proud of its brewery. The road connecting the two was a winding, half cobbled, rutted, dung strewn affair. It’s tree lined hedges hid myriad dubious charactersContinue reading “Gullible’s Travels”
To Saffron
A gull effortlessly glides the wind, it’s wing feathers hardly ruffle as it cuts silently through the air. Across the great grey, sea green bay, the white lighthouse blinks rhythmically atop its sea battered black rocks. A short gap of foaming, current eddied swirling water separates it from the headland. The sweep of the cliffsContinue reading “To Saffron”
Mustique Musing
19th January 2020 Dear Dom. Mustique. Oh how my old housemaster would have loved it there, if only he could have curtailed his twice weekly felching trips to Soho. “Semper quivering, boy, semper quivering…never forget!” He’d whisper in the snug in the ‘Nanny and Spanker’ in rain soaked Windsor. After the election, a jolly oldContinue reading “Mustique Musing”
Rachman is not dead.
I have often wondered how I can make a few quid, legally. The obvious answer is to ‘flog my bottom’ to the highest bidder, to someone who promises to take good care of my buttocks and the associated orifice which, I should hasten to add, I would not include in the contract. Being a ‘manContinue reading “Rachman is not dead.”
Looking After Your Ring. 