A bloodshot view through a puffy eye streaming with tears, usually of laughter, occasionally of anger. Rather reluctantly, I attended a Mothering Sunday lunch last week. I have nothing against mothers per se, let me [more…]
Ah mind tha otha day there we aw’ thott the stashun wiz gettin’ attocked wi’ wan o’ they deadly nerff ayjunts fae Rusha. It wis aboot hoff eight in the mornen an’ the Sarge decidet [more…]
Whenever I hear the subject of grammar schools and selective education come up I pay attention and listen with more than a modicum of interest. When discussed by our esteemed establishment media it’s usually accompanied [more…]
ACT 2 SCENE 4 The Coast of Uraemia. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY and JESSICA, all garbed as Peasants.
Sally and her son were up early, just after dawn, to find Martha and Iltud already drinking tea at the kitchen table, their porridge slowly bubbling away on the range. They smiled at her as [more…]
I started this piece last Sunday night, after the event, and was intending to finish it up and send it to Swiss Bob early in the week. But we all know what happened next. On [more…]
(Part 3 of my walking series. Part 1 and part 2 also available.) Blorenge or sometimes The Blorenge is a prominent hill overlooking the valley of the River Usk in Monmouthshire, southeast Wales. It is [more…]
She had called him straightaway, the excitement breaking into her voice as she told him the good news. He said he would pop round when convenient for her. “Why any time, now if you want”? [more…]
Ah’ve bin stuck oot in f**kin’ Airdrie aw days cos that Toammy Roabertson c**t’s hingin’ aboot the court an’ the chief coanstabul is pure sh*tin’ hissel’ that he might stert committin’ fer right hate crimes. [more…]
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