Stop the world – I want to get off
When I retired, I wondered what I was going to do with my time. The old cliché is that I take up golf or oil painting or fishing. But I’m not very good at those. They didn’t appeal. So I … Continue reading →
When I retired, I wondered what I was going to do with my time. The old cliché is that I take up golf or oil painting or fishing. But I’m not very good at those. They didn’t appeal. So I … Continue reading →
I met John, an old school pal last night. We got talking about the old days, of course and what everyone was up to. “You missed out on Tightarse Terry’s 60th birthday last summer. You were away” said John. Tightarse … Continue reading →
Anyone who has read this blog might have guessed that I am a pipe smoker. To a pipe smoker, the pipe is as important as the tobacco. One of the first pipes I had was a Ronson. It was a … Continue reading →
A strange thing happened on Saturday. I went down to the shop to get the paper and some tobacco. No. That’s not the strange thing – I do that every Saturday. But when I got home Herself asked if I … Continue reading →