Marriage can be a funny thing. Sunday mornings should be sacred, only not necessarily in a religious way. This Sunday just gone (which is when I started this) I was woken early because ‘the wife’ was off to see her mother. I have to go with her once in a while, an experience which frequently […]Read More The Eagle Had Landed. Allegedly.
£5.99. That’s what it cost me. £5.99 on Amazon, with a free download too. An introduction to the greatest guitar player I’d never heard before. I’d heard of him, I read a lot in these areas, but in my stubborn little way I’d never bothered to give him a try. He was once labelled the […]Read More They ain’t pretty but they hear real well.
Taking it the next logical step downwards– from drug cartel member to repressed, depressed coach driver to Member of Parliament. Why Member of Parliament? Because they’re supposed to represent us and they’ve been all over the news every day for the last 3 years but as far as I can discern not one of them […]Read More What a life #3 – The Member of Parliament.
Shortly after writing about my funeral songs t’other day I headed back to the gym and within 20 minutes I realised I had missed some obvious choices that would have worked brilliantly. I say would, I’m still alive, so what I really mean is that they will work brilliantly. A good example would be ‘Someone’s […]Read More For the love of John Cale.
New Year’s resolutions are, by and large, utterly futile. I can’t recall any that I’ve made that have crawled beyond January and that’s not just because I have all the willpower of a lady with substantial bones in a cake shop. Hey, it’s the 21st century – it could just as well be a bloke. […]Read More A mild digression.
A New Year quickie. A palette cleanser. An opening salvo to a year that doesn’t look to promise very much. Don’t thank me now, you haven’t read it yet. I know what you’re thinking. How on earth am I going to make 2019 a good year for my skin? Obviously you don’t care about my […]Read More Peeling away to 2019.