
This Septic Eye, Ch 4
A bloodshot view through a puffy eye streaming with tears, usually of laughter, occasionally of anger. Rather reluctantly, I attended a Mothering Sunday lunch last week. I have nothing against mothers per se, let me [more…]
A bloodshot view through a puffy eye streaming with tears, usually of laughter, occasionally of anger. Rather reluctantly, I attended a Mothering Sunday lunch last week. I have nothing against mothers per se, let me [more…]
Something truly remarkable happened last Sunday and it featured in every newspaper and TV station in the land. Under the circumstances I thought I would devote this entire section of Septic Eye to this extraordinary [more…]
I explained in the previous chapter how I arrived, through the medium of horticultural injury, at my unusual title for this collection of comments and ramblings. My demise at the hands, or should I say [more…]
Uncannily, like weapons of mass destruction, both infirmity and senility can also frequently be only 45 minutes from deployment. Spurred on by the obviously frail condition of one or two of our regular contributors I [more…]
Jordan Peterson, Cathy Newman, it’s all been said hasn’t it? Well, apparently not, at 4.55am this morning a man crashed through my balcony window, he was dressed all in black, he wore a balaclava and [more…]
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