This article will be a short review of quite possibly my favourite romance novel. But before we get to the soppy bits, we need to set the scene by wading through some good ol’ blood [more…]
Monday Good morning, and what a beautiful sunny morning it is. It’s nice and warm, and there is a clear blue sky, quite appropriate for my 18th birthday. Legohead is off to an immigration summit [more…]
Dave and Sally walked to their hotel, his arm was round her, they were both happy and laughing. The sound of cicadas could be heard in the undergrowth. It was now over eighteen months since [more…]
Boy, how I miss Question Time. The witty repartee, the razor-sharp cut and thrust of debate. George the Poet. The £22 billion black hole. Foodbanks, the statutory tranny, and the obese woman with the purple [more…]
The next day was not only another perfect Caribbean day, but it was Christmas Eve, and the twins knew from experience that Father Christmas arrived on board in the late afternoon. So, in the planning [more…]
Just a quick note for now. A comment in response to my article on Aldershot really got up my nose; using he term ‘squaddy’ in a derogatory way. Typical ‘go with the flow’ sheeple trope. [more…]
As with all large projects or major goals, in life or work, things can seem too big to be achievable. The usual advice is to break it all down into manageable ‘chunks’ – and that [more…]
Oh Aldershot, my Aldershot, what have they done to you there was a time, so long ago when you were fresh and new thirty years ago or so you were a joy to know. Neglect, [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. There was a bit of watery sun about when I strolled to the bottom of the garden for my poo behind the gardener’s shed. Something had been digging down there. [more…]
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