A Box Of Delights.

If I could sum up 2025 in a nutshell I’d have to say it’s not been my favourite year. If I could sum it up better I’d say it’s been a bit whiffy and rather a lot of effort to digest. And if I wanted to sum 2025 up with the full use and impact […]

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My Poor, Poor Ears.

The other morning I switched radio stations in the car and I think I heard a duet between Jon Bon Jovi and Robbie Williams. I mean, it came up on the screen, so it must have been true. First it was Jon Bon Jovi singing. He’s been bigging himself up a lot lately because he […]

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Unspooked.

There was a time when Halloween was scary. Well, as scary as a load of old made up rubbish can be. But those days are long gone. Gangs of feral children no longer seem to roam the streets at night (as I’m fairly sure they did in my youth) with very little of an agenda […]

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Gone Gone Gone.

The first one to go was R, husband of her for many, many years and not long into retirement. He was the kind of guy you heard a bit about but saw nothing of. I can’t say I had a problem with that but if I had ever been introduced to him I would have […]

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“Smashing”.

It was a little while ago that Sir Kier Starmer stood up and promised to “smash the gangs”. It was a moment of political stupidity right up there with Theresa May walking on stage to Dancing Queen whilst appearing to be on some huge pharmaceutical rush, or Neil Kinnock falling into the sea with his […]

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Suffolks Sake.

Just like poor, lovely George Michael, we’ve all found ourselves in an unfortunate toilet situation at some point. Whether it be running out of paper at a crucial moment, accidentally splashing tap water on your trousers, pissing on your own shoes or pebble-dashing the walls, I’m here to tell you that bad things can happen […]

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#555.

A bit of a new start. Or a bit of an old ending. Or maybe neither. Rambling and incoherent, like Proust or Biden. A refresher and a reflection. Something of something and nothing at all, as so many things in life. To put it bluntly, it’s a bit shit, but I don’t care because it’s […]

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