It was early March in 1975 when the editor wandered into the newsroom of the New Zealand Herald and asked for volunteers to go to Vietnam. Specifically, Saigon. The older men kept their eyes down, [more…]
Known for muck and brass, the grim north of England was formerly a hotbed of the Industrial Revolution, rich in sweat, resources, enterprise and plutocrats. Nowadays synonymous with grim decline, my wife and I have [more…]
I’d been pottering about in the greenhouse for an hour or so after opening up the shed and decided it was time for a drink of water. Much panicked flapping of wings greeted me, the [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. The heat wave is over and it is back to normal temperatures here in London, and it is actually forecast to rain this evening. Legohead is back in town [more…]
Since my last missive the weather’s taken a bit of a turn for the worse, but then it is summer in England. Some of the plants, as is the way with nature, are grateful for [more…]
Monday Good morning, my lovely readers, and my, was it hot when I went out this morning. I got back and my duty feeder had put my Felix in my bowl, so I scoffed it [more…]
Monday Good morning, everyone. It’s nice and sunny at the moment, but there is thunder and lightning forecast for later. I don’t like all those flashes and bangs. As usual, Legohead has been at Chequers [more…]
For generations, the phrase “grim up north” has lingered in the national imagination — conjuring images of soot-stained skylines, struggling towns, and industries long past their prime. It is a shorthand that flattens the region [more…]
Over the course of my fortnightly ramblings, my loyal reader may, (or more likely) may not have noticed a growing pile of rotting wood inside a rail fence which sits just outside the shed. It [more…]
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