Education
The Party’s Over, It’s Time to Call it a Day
There are many reasons why I took on the job as caretaker. The school is just across the road, the pay is reasonable for the hours worked, I am, technically, my own boss and I [more…]
Human Interest
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Seven
Monday Good morning my friends, dry but very chilly this morning when I popped out. The story doing the rounds here in Number 10 is that the Ginger Growler is on manoeuvres to challenge Legohead [more…]
Education
The Party’s Over, It’s Time to Call it a Day
It never entered my mind that I would be doing this job for… checks retirement date …more than 15 years… It was around March and Mrs C. was working at the school as a dinner [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Six
Monday Good morning my friends, a horrible grey and wet morning today. It makes a change not to be reporting Legohead’s problems this morning but instead taking about the BBC. It is rudderless this morning, [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Five
Monday Good morning, my friends. Back to the old routine, a trip down the chilly garden before my Felix. The Robber Reeves house rental saga got a bit worse over the weekend when it emerged [more…]
Diary
A View From A Hospital Bed; Folk (Nowt So Queer As Edition)
It’s the waiting that gets to you. I’d arrived, as requested, at 7am and was escorted to a curtained cubicle. The people looking after me, although my needs were minimal at this time, were all [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Four
Monday Good morning, my friends. Lovely and sunny this morning but cold again. So, they have recaptured the escaped Epping sex criminal. I feel a little sorry for him as more of the story emerges. [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Three
Monday Good morning, my friends, and welcome to another week of my musings. It was a bit grey when I went out this morning and trying to rain. Not very nice, and I hear we [more…]
Arts
Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise
A wet and windy autumn evening saw me driving across darkening fens to Hunstanton where the sea front Princess Theatre hosted John Lydon; not a gig, this is his talking tour. The audience knew John [more…]