On eggs.

More than toilet roll, the humble egg has really shone a light on the supply and demand balance in this country. We have two big supermarkets and two locals near us and I’ve not seen a single hens eggs in any of them for more than a week. Include two farm shops on top of […]

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A message from home.

There is a word for working at home. It is a universal word that is widely recognised (as in universal) from the remote Inuit tribes of way up in Canada to groups of cut off Amazonian Indians to those crazy motherfuckers on North Sentinel Island in the Indian Ocean who are so insular and murderous […]

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The Art Of Staying Positive.

It’s not all doom and gloom out there you know. You have to find the positives from situations like this (I can’t even write the word anymore) and to do so one must first look. It’s not as if there’s much else to do anymore. Wifey broke the news to me gently yesterday morning and […]

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At your service, as ever.

Here’s a simple guide to just a few of the things you need to know about some coronavirus something or other that I overheard someone or other talking about somewhere or other. I’m surprised it’s not been on the news if it’s that bad. Protect others. Some people are self-isolating and when you’re self-isolating it […]

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Blood, sweat, tears and stupidity.

In this crisis I hope I may be pardoned if I do not address the readers of onstupidity.com at any length today. I hope that any of my friends and colleagues, or former colleagues, who are affected by the ongoing social, political, economic, medical, sensual and light entertainment upheavals will make allowance, all allowance, for […]

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Going out on a roll.

A quick one, can’t stay too long. Mistakes likely. I like toilet roll as much as the next person but these days some people seem to really, really like the stuff. Watching daft Australians nearly punch each other over a 12 pack of Andrex is beyond sad. It’s sad and it’s pathetic and it’s deeply […]

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I should be fine. I think.

This is dedicated to the driver of the fat Audi who pulled out in front of me this morning and then spent the rest of the journey driving like they were having a stroke. The fact they had chosen to decorate their rear bumper with an image of a baby in a hoodie, wearing sunglasses […]

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Sweet relief.

I doubt I’m the only one in the world but I have definitely mastered the art of eating Starbursts while driving. I’m not saying you should copy me or even that it is advisable, but if you did ever wonder then I’m here to tell you it can be done. And they say men can’t […]

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With a tint of rose.

There’s something about dwelling on mortality that reminds me of childhood. I think about mortality a fair bit. There are fewer things more tragic than an unhappy childhood; a wasted one is regrettable but a miserable one is far, far worse. Let us all be thankful then, because I had a great childhood. I miss […]

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