I don`t feel like dancing. I am not a good dancer. I used to be. Truth be told in years gone by, there has been many a time whilst full of life, bravado, and snakebite, when a younger version of myself loved nothing better than to throw twisted deranged polygrammatical[...]
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I was introduced to the guitar at such an early age it regrettably eludes me to post a specific year on this fleck of dust to assign it to. Me Uncle Mick, who was my Mothers daft little brother was one of those lucky sods who was born at a[...]
There’s an Old story about a fella coming into some money, and realising his ambition of buying an Aston Martin. He walks into the showroom, has a test drive, and quicker than you can say “is that how you spell Martin in this context” is handing over the cash to[...]
The Queens Beach. I love Christmas. Let`s get that out of the way. I`ve alway`s loved Christmas. Santa has me in his spell, and I never want a handsome Princess to cut down a forest and give me a kiss or pour an enchanted elixir into my gaping gormless maw[...]
Back to Reality. The six weeks school holidays are now just a collection of gradually fading distant recollections reflected upon by weary parents with an enervated smile. The legend “Back to School 2012” which gaudily resplendent in its certainty has been teasing, from shop windows, each of us[...]
It was whilst I was sat in my office on Mid-summers day watching the hail fall from the sky bouncing six inches off the ground eviscerating the kindly old age pensioners through their plastic headscarves, that I thought is this as good as it gets to be British? The[...]
The ancient Romans, as opposed to the old Romans, did not understand the concept of pockets. They invented plumbing, roads, and a right clever fancy language, but the concept of a fold of cloth sewn over a Toga eluded them. They kept their coins in their mouths, which is[...]
I`ve never met a Welsh Nurse. Statistics will, and I`m about 63% certain of this, prove that they exist. but I`ve never met one. I`ve worked in health for fifteen years, and aside from Nerys Hughes in that BBC thing that used to be on a Sunday, I have[...]
Have I missed a meeting? When did it become a necessity for everything to be done yesterday? What a madness it is which engulfs our species concerning making things happen quicker. When I was a child I thought like a child, but even then I could never comprehend how[...]
