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 […]

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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, […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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, […]

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Tied Up In Knots.

I can’t really remember the last time I went to a wedding. Well, I can, because it was yesterday, but I can’t reliably remember the time before that. I’ve been to a generous handful of weddings in my time – a few of them have been good, a few have been ok and the rest […]

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A MegaTon Of Hot Sun Fun.

Have you ever wondered how the sun works? Perhaps it would be better to ask why the sun works, or why it even exists. Or perhaps instead it would be better not to ask such inter-galactical, super-celestial questions, just in case the sun hears you thinking, starts to feel objectified and decides not to bother […]

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R.I.P Quality Control.

I wonder what Jane Austen would make of her fame, if she could be brought back to feature on a special Christmas edition of ‘This Was Your Life: Beyond The Grave’. I wonder if she would have the faintest idea just how influential her body of work was to become in the centuries since her […]

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