The Beginning If society ever collapses to the point where I’m judged to be a suitable contestant on Mastermind, my specialist subject will be ‘Sparklets’ soda syphons of the 1960s and 70s’. I’ve been fascinated [more…]
Another year comes around and, with it, a couple of days for quiet reflection, mostly to let the pudding settle. I don’t normally make a start in the old greenhouse much before February, the weather [more…]
It’s getting to the time of year in the greenhouse where the majority of the grunt work is done, a time when I can sit back, enjoy the fruits of my haphazard “rough” labour and [more…]
Mask Wars Part Deux Like many other people (no doubt) I looked forward, with mounting anticipation, to walking up to the bar in my local, being greeted by a smiling serving wench and taking my [more…]
Everything in the garden being as rosy as it could be for the time of year, and our glorious leaders deigning to allow us the limited freedom to widen our small horizons, we decided we [more…]
I left school in July 1966 and started work as an apprentice in that September. I didn’t earn a lot of money but I did manage to save a little in the Bradford and Bingley [more…]
O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! Thus wrote grumpy bad speller of a Scottish poet, doonhamer Rabbie Burns. To be blunt, dear Puffins, I wish that [more…]
As requested by a fellow deplorable I am listing below some wines that I will be drinking over the festive period. I am no expert on wine but I know what I like as the [more…]
I live in a tiny rural community on the London/Kent border. The social life revolves around the local pub which draws its loyal customers from a wider area. In 2015 a couple of locals, Lester [more…]
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