A Hard Bunch Of Old Folkers
This a true story, and for once I can be unusually precise as to the date: towards the end of July in 1983. I was living in North Yorkshire at the time, and me and [more…]
This a true story, and for once I can be unusually precise as to the date: towards the end of July in 1983. I was living in North Yorkshire at the time, and me and [more…]
Monday Morning all, it’s quite a pleasant morning, hope I can get some window sill time in this afternoon. Bozzie is doing another of his press conferences from No.10 at five this evening and as [more…]
First correct entry out of ‘the hat’ wins a choice of GP authored book. Email entries to me by 6.00 pm Sunday, subject ‘Crossword’. Contact here on email Winner of Crossword 178 and a GP [more…]
Welcome back to Cnuteneering, where the possible is made more difficult by bone headed ignorance, overenthusiasm and pointy metal things being brought together. You may want to refresh your memory on the project in: Part [more…]
Mask Wars It had to happen and, once it did, the inevitability of the reaction was, strangely enough, inevitable. The mask has taken on a symbolism all its own. On one side of the argument [more…]
I am talking about a static caravan, it has wheels, but seldom moves. I am not talking about those mobile camper vans that several Puffins have and look jolly good fun. First thing to say [more…]
Riding the Stambanan to the Malmbanan In part one of our Postcard from Narvik your humble author, his wife, children and a niece struck out for the Artic to celebrate his late October fiftieth birthday. Having [more…]
Monday Hello folks and welcome to the first of my second 100 weekly ramblings. It’s a funny old day, quite warm but a bit grey and rain showers are forecast. Well, the tennis at Wimbledon [more…]
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