Piled high.

Corfu is a beautiful island. Well, some of it is. It is beautiful in that battered kind of island way. Corfu right now isn’t so much sun kissed as sun humped roughly from behind by a couple of swarthy fisherman. The beaches and the heat are all fine but you wouldn’t need more than a […]

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Cor-few.

3 weeks. Where did they go? Never mind, I’m starting to relax a bit and soak up the sun in Corfu. Before I came here I don’t think I could have told you anything about Corfu, certainly nothing reliable. To be honest I wasn’t really sure where it was and if you know what I […]

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What stupid looks like in Thailand.

Coach (excitedly): “Come on lads, this is the last training exercise, I promise. It’s just a dangerous cave complex, nothing could possibly go wrong.” Child 1 (apprehensively): “But coach, I don’t really like caves, they’re dark and spooky and we don’t have even the simplest of basic safety equipment.” Coach (dismissively): “Oh don’t worry about […]

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The benefits of porridge.

It occurred to me yesterday when I was ranting about the rapper XXXShotdeadinhiscar# that perhaps I was being a bit mean. So once I’d posted I took another look at his rap sheet (pun intended) and quite reasonably decided that I had made a good point. In doing all that it also dawned on me […]

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Not what you’d call a loss.

It’s been a while, sorry. I can only assume you’ve managed to muddle through without me. I’ve been busier than usual lately and with a well known football competition exceeding all expectations I haven’t really found the time or inclination to do a scrap of anything else. Fortunately I have been roused from my torpor […]

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Service my arse.

Let’s take the good old 0 to 10 rating system. 0 being the worst and 10 being the best. Then let’s take 5 as the average, the mediocre, and then make that 5 the 10 so that everything beneath 10 is less than average. Then we repeat the process a few times until 10 marks […]

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A game of less than one half.

So, the World Cup has arrived (almost) and may I be the last to give a very feeble woo and hoo. It has been a long time since I had any worthwhile interest in football. I’m delighted that the women’s game has become more prominent but when the announcers mention a cup final or a […]

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Backside drivers.

I drive to and from work every day. Maybe you do too. Don’t assume I care. Either way in doing so I can safely say that one of the more pointless groups of people on the planet are those who choose to put stickers on the back of their cars. In the way that some […]

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It could be worse.

I was woken early this morning. Not earlier than usual but early enough to make a day off morning seem a bit sudden. I had been up on a cliff edge I think, and part way through abseiling down. The chap at the top was from work and I was anxious, not because I was […]

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It’s Only Rock and Roll.

Adding it all up I reckon it came to about 400 quid. Or rather that’s my lower estimate because I haven’t really added it up properly at all. I’ve just guessed. At least half of that went on the tickets which, with criminal fees and booking insurance and all the extra nonsense set me back […]

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