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Hangovers can feel like that. You reach for the pills and only succeed in grabbing some air. You half heartedly try to search for pain relief but your body says ‘no’. Everything slows down.  Everything.  Inside, every single bodily process can be felt wading in treacle, slow to react and when it does it react,Continue reading ““…freight train running through the middle of my head””

From Home to Heathrow.  “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”  Well, sometimes you do know what you have got, but the leaving of it enhances the feeling that it is, indeed, very very precious.  As a young man, leaving Cornwall was an exciting adventure. Mostly by train, I used to head ‘upContinue reading ““Go East, Old Man””

Richard Drax – Richard Grosvenor Plunkett-Ernle-Erle-Drax – the MP for South Dorset since 2010, seen here enjoying an ice cream with another ‘Greedy Bastard’ Jacob Rees Mogg. You may think I am being gratuitously offensive using the term ‘Greedy Bastards’ so let Graham Scambler explain in his opening piece on Jacob Rees Mogg. “I’d bestContinue reading “Greedy Bastards – Richard Drax MP”

I found this story back in 2017. Still makes me chuckle: Bugger. And there was I thinking that the military was a bastion of middle class, middle England values, whose members would no more indulge in the seven deadly sins than Marks and Spencer would sell strap-ons* and hugely girthed dildos next to the children’sContinue reading “OxyMoronic Military Morality”

Dear Donald, I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest fuck up in the history of our nations. That is that the word is out, that the lower orders are revolting.  Two score years ago, Saint Margaret of Finchley, in whose symbolic shadow we standContinue reading “I Have A Dream”

7th October 2020.  Dear Dom, Fuck it. Boris. 

The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington October 6th 2020 Dear Boris,  I feel great, just great. I thought you would like to know. I’ve recovered more quickly than anyone, I probably know more than anyone about recovery. Really. The doctors all said how great I am doing and they had never seen anyone recoverContinue reading “The Great Recovery”

Over the years, when it comes to fettling with mechanicals, I have learned nothing. Nothing… except that after the event there are easier ways to give blood rather than by stabbing your thumb with a rusty Stanley knife whose edge has been blunted by repeated overuse cutting old Lino on a concrete floor. There isContinue reading ““Easy…””

Apologies to Coleridge It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three, “By thy black beard and quizzical eye, Now, why hast thou stopped me?” The ‘Blue Anchor’s’ doors are opened wide,  And I am wont to cross in, Two pints of middle, to hear the craic, To make a merry din. HeContinue reading “The Crime of the Ancient Mariner”

Dear Dom. I’m thinking of seeing this letter to my subjects. What do you think? “Well, I did not see that coming. I don’t think anybody did” as my old housemaster used to say to his mistress giving him a furtive ‘under the table’ hand job in the back bar at the Nanny and SpankerContinue reading “Letter From Number 10: ‘The Covid Files””