Since I last posted something all kinds of rubbish things have happened and I’m afraid that’s all we have to sift through for news – a big smouldering pile of rubbish that no-one wants to admit to and no-one wants to clean up. And I think that’s a bit of a shame. I’m also getting […]Read More A Field Full of Shit.
I’ve had a sudden itch to write about something. Yachting. In fact just recreational sailing of any kind really. People who don’t earn a living from being on the water yet go on about a life on the water and how it’s all that. The reason my ear is occupied with a flea about this […]Read More On yaughting. Or yotting.
When I was a kid we had a pet tortoise called Stan. Having a tortoise is easy. Box, straw, dandelions, lettuce, water, bury. Possibly the most exciting part of owning Stan was that moment every day when you thought he had escaped from the garden. A mild panic would set in until, inevitably, he was […]Read More She’s heard us. Shut the door. SHE’S COMING!!!
This is going to sound very snobby and judgemental but if it saves you from making a bad decision then eventually you’ll thank me. Until very recently I had only associated Hatfield with Hatfield House; a big old Tudory place off the A1. I vaguely recall going round it on a school day trip though […]Read More A field full of hats.
The other week (no not that one, the other one) I was sad about the passing of Powers Boothe, a criminally underrated actor and very cool guy. I hope 2017 isn’t going to do for actors what 2016 did to musicians which is ruthlessly scythe them down before they have a chance to say goodbye […]Read More Roger, Roger. Over and out.