
The Swaling, Part One
I began to obsess about Mr Reginald Stein on the evening that a party guest, a Mr Hong Gildong, tried to read Mr Stein’s Turkish rug. My wife thought him ill. Our student maid, Rose, [more…]
I began to obsess about Mr Reginald Stein on the evening that a party guest, a Mr Hong Gildong, tried to read Mr Stein’s Turkish rug. My wife thought him ill. Our student maid, Rose, [more…]
Lockdown 2020 and every CEO seems to be sending me emails telling me how great their Company is and how they are helping me. And almost every TV ad. Which got me thinking about my [more…]
Monday Morning all and what a lovely sunny morning it is. I managed to get some window sill snoozing in over the weekend, the sun was warm, but in truth it was a bit manic [more…]
They say that as soon as you’ve finished writing your story then you’ve reached the point when you have to write it. They are correct. Words, like muscles, need flexed and re-used over and over [more…]
Hello Folks, the pace is hotting up and we’re closing in on the really good part of rough vegetable gardening, apart from the harvesting that is; it’s time to get things in the ground that [more…]
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. C.S. Lewis Greetings [more…]
Monday Good day readers. It’s Monday again and it looks like it’s going to be another busy week from the mutterings I tuned into over breakfast. Bozzie is holding another one of those Cobra meetings [more…]
I’m at my Utopia, a community in the jungle that I have supported, a place of peace and harmony between peoples. It has been trashed. The Utopians have fought amongst themselves, wrecked the place and [more…]
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