I’m speaking for myself here when I say that I have failed utterly to be interested in the Commonwealth Games this year. After overdosing on the Winter Olympics I just don’t have the energy or attention span to watch the almost best athletes in the world compete to see which country has flourished the most […]Read More The Hairy Games.
Not sure where this was meant to go really. Just a few odds and sods. Sorry. Interesting things are happening in some music circles and I can’t explain all of them. For instance I would never in all the time in the world have thought I’d take a shine to a highly unlikely collaboration between […]Read More Mac and cheese.
I’m no Mother Shipton but I was the best part of right about the fast approaching royal wedding: none of it has been interesting. I may well end up watching bits of it on the day, if I have absolutely nothing better to do, but I still pity the fool that has spent more than […]Read More Shall we cut it off at 1,200, darling?
I’ve just had a couple of days off and to celebrate I decided one thing I could do with them would be to catch up on a few drossy films that ‘the wife’ wouldn’t touch with a deliberately longer barge pole than usual. Her taste in films can be equally dubious but isn’t that just […]Read More You coulda walked him backwards and not blown it!
I have made it something of a goal to write about Easter every year. You see, of all the holy cows out there Easter is easily the easiest target. It’s just so daft. So on Thursday I started a big juicy post which was meant to translate the Easter story into the fabric of modern […]Read More Very cross.