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Many many years ago, when God was still in nappies, we used to have a bank in the village. Then the bank decided that profits were more important than customers so they closed it. Nothing much changes, does it? For … Continue reading
Stampie is our postman. He’s a grand lad, always with a bright comment and he seems to know everyone by first name [I wonder how he knows our names?]. When a twat by the name or Gorndad moved into the … Continue reading
I had a visit to Doc during the week. It’s nothing serious – just a general checkup; a sort of 10,000 mile service as it were. Of course as soon as I walked into the surgery he came up with … Continue reading
I just went down the village for the paper and some batteries. Came back with both. That’s when I discovered I needed six, not four batteries. Fuck! I’m not going out again. Herself will have to do without. … Continue reading
It has been one of those weekends. It all started innocently enough when myself and a few of the neighbours went down the pub for a few scoops of a Friday night. You know yourself how it is when the … Continue reading