Postcard from Lille, Part 46
We are a family of six taking a late November weekend break in chilly Northern France. It is the year 2018. We are split into three teams as, unfortunately, I have accidentally booked us into [more…]
We are a family of six taking a late November weekend break in chilly Northern France. It is the year 2018. We are split into three teams as, unfortunately, I have accidentally booked us into [more…]
We’re in a taxi. It is the middle of the night. There is myself, the driver, uncle Jesus from Bacolod and a hired, senior police officer who is pointing a gun at me. Uncle Jesus, [more…]
Only 8094 votes were cast for Wankpuffin of the Year 2019; a sad reflection on the current state of Russian bot programming which produced 19,000 last year. Would have been 8095 but I forgot until [more…]
Welcome. Pour yourself a drink, and enjoy. Me, I’m nursing a Boulevardier. It’s a strapped on Negroni : ditch the gin for bourbon. One ounce Bourbon, One ounce Sweet Vermouth, one ounce Campari, straight up or on [more…]
Thanks to all of you who wrote the songs. We couldn’t use all of them, due to lack of time and talent (see grovelling apology in the credits). They will be used in the next [more…]
Painted in about 1470/75, it is in the National Gallery. One of my favourite carols: Merry Christmas! OldTrout 2019
The fourth Sunday of Advent. #Love Original spelling Modernised spelling Lully, lulla, thow littell tine child, By by, lully, lullay thow littell tyne child, By by, lully, lullay! Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, Bye [more…]
There may not be a Santo Domingo and Macapagal intersection, suitable for bus spotting after a courier drop. There is a Roberto Orca and Bonifacio Drive and that’s where we’re stood right now this minute, [more…]
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