Come Together.

Hundreds of years ago, and only if you had the urge and power to make it so, it would take quite a lot of time and planning to gather even a modest rooms worth of arseholes together. Back then the world was, somehow, both a bigger and smaller place (although, more accurately and to fly […]

The Perils Of Self Improvement.

It’s very difficult to tell how healthy one really is, on a day to day basis. Through dogged repetition and to blow away the Saturday morning cobwebs from the Friday night before I have chipped away at my Park Run result to the extent that I have finally broken the 24 minute barrier, and for […]

V.E.Lucky.

By the time Hitler got round to his big day in the bunker it was pretty much all over with regards to his grand plans for a thousand year Reich. By late April 1945 he had very likely narrowed down his ambitions slightly, but even then another 988 years living in a bunker with flickering […]

Pink Is The Colour (parts 1-4).

I don’t go into London as often as I used to, and that’s really not a problem. It might have its hustle and bustle and top of the food chain city status, but it’s also not a lot of the fun it used to be. Perhaps it’s because I’m older, or just because I associate […]

Dinner For Thirteen.

Dinner for thirteen is never a good idea. For a start, it’s an odd number so you’re always going to have someone playing gooseberry. You’re also very likely going to need an extra chair and if you’ve got an extending dining table then you’re going to have to extend it all the way as far […]

A Load Of Rubbish.

Literally, a load of rubbish about rubbish. It doesn’t matter that it’s rubbish, it’s just nice to crawl out of a big old rut and do something. Anything. Even if it is, indeed, quite rubbish. Living in Britain has become embarrassing. To be fair, it’s been embarrassing for a quite a while already. I’d say, […]

Barking Mad.

It’s been a few years since I last watched Crufts (or should I say paid any attention to Crufts?). I remember settling in one evening, I’m guessing pre-Covid, and laughing at Crufts so hard I got hiccups. Like any competition of this nature, where you are watching animals being asked to bend to the will […]

Don’t Give Me A Break.

To be honest, I’m getting sick of turning on my TV. I’m sick of turning it on and instead of being able to watch a continuous stream of adverts I have my fun spoiled by utter crap such as quality programming, original content, thought provoking documentaries and as many classic films as I can manage […]

Ever decreasing circles.

When Marianne Faithfull died this week the press were quick to wheel out a series of gushing obituaries and reflections, determined as they were to ensure that they appeared to know and love her almost as well as she knew and loved herself. Of course, you can never really know someone like Marianne Faithfull as […]

Mr Scaredy Pants.

Last night I found myself watching the first hour or so of ‘The Shining’. It’s an evergreen, really. A film you can flick onto at any point and just roll along with. If it’s not a perfect film then it can’t be far off it, and while it may not be my favourite film ever, […]