Yule never tide me over.

This is turning out to be a funny Christmas. Not funny ha-ha, not even remotely close – I haven’t laughed out loud, out of breath, stomach hurts, for quite a few consecutive days and that’s because the spirit of Christmas in our house is away at the moment and ‘the cat’, frankly, just couldn’t give […]

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Sweet Child O’Mine

I’ve tried to not swear for this but I can’t help a little burst. I cannot emphasise enough how sorry I feel for anyone who has had or has cancer. This is not about cancer. This is about stupidity. I remember being rather annoyed when this story kicked off a while ago. Then I forgot […]

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At the end of the day………

Back on the writing wagon, mojo inconsistent as ever, but here’s a go. Oh good, Christmas is coming. I remember a time when I used to love Christmas and though it would be easy to fill a word count with the historical clichés of a childhood Christmas I’m instead actually being deflected towards other people’s […]

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Radio Poo.

This is some half-baked cobblers, but it will have to do. I have, after very little consideration at all, decided to put Radio 2 away. In a little box and buried far, far away from my ears, where it could hurt me most in the future. What people turn to for entertainment these days is […]

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Newsround.

Noted bits in the news today. Also a cobweb dispersal exercise. Donald Trump won, which goes to prove that if billions of people say something won’t happen it doesn’t necessarily mean it won’t happen. It’s way too late (and very pointless) to riot now so let’s get on. Amongst his first moves he has decided that the ‘total […]

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The land of the daft.

A word to the stupid, including myself. I started writing this 3 weeks ago and I still haven’t finished, and I don’t think I can. So it is what it is, and if you don’t like it then more fool you for reading past this point. This will not turn into a rant. A couple […]

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The Un-brightest Star.

You know the news isn’t all about doom and gloom. Every once in a while old Huw Edwards might end the news with a smile and a story about a kid who’s fought against the odds and raised and trained a wild hyena as a pet, or a story about how Piers Morgan has vanished off […]

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Halloween 2.

Halloween is coming. Again. I wrote something about Halloween last year (do take a look) and in case you are utterly incapable of sensing the tone of this blog it should come as no surprise that I do not like Halloween. Unless plans change next week ‘the wife’ will be out on Halloween night which […]

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That Sporting Life. Round 1.

Ahhh, sporting autobiographies, aren’t they great? They’re all oozing out for Christmas and without them words wouldn’t have a place to crawl into and die. Yesterday I dashed into Waterstones (a miracle that they still exist, a jolly good miracle, shame HMV couldn’t hold out) just to have a little mooch and get some ideas […]

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