Thirty eight
I have just realised what day it is today. On this day thirty eight years ago, I made an honest woman of Herself. Thirty. Eight. Fucking. Years. The odd time, in a moment of insecurity Herself will ask me if … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Manning the barricades
Hot on the heels of the septic tank fiasco, water charges are back in the headlines. They can’t decide how they are going to mug fleece charge us. The original idea was that there would be a flat free allowance … Continue reading →
Septic tank my arse
There has been a bit of waffle about the septic tank thing on the radio. I don’t listen to the radio myself, but Herself tells me therefore it thus must be so. I have until tomorrow evening to “register” my … Continue reading →
The Vanishing
The other morning I let Penny out for a pee. She's a strange dog in that pissing seems to be very low on her list of priorities. Personally I like a good flow, first thing – it's all part of … Continue reading →
Screwing the system
It’s quite cold and windy today. I don’t particularly mind the cold. I don’t particularly mind the wind. But when the two come together, I have a problem. You see, when it’s cold I like to fire up a bit … Continue reading →
Optimism
It's a quarter to five and I have only now turned the light on in the room. It's warmer too. Well. when I say warmer, I mean I don't suffer from icicles on the todger when I go for a … Continue reading →
Catch 22
I have noticed a strange phenomenon on this site. Sometimes I get an idea and I mull over it. I plan what I am going to write and the following day I scribble it out. And it goes down like … Continue reading →
Giving away the family silver
And the madness continues. Britain is to build forty gigantic wind farms offshore to meet their impossible environmental targets. However, they have redefined “offshore” to mean that they are going to stick their monstrosities over here in the Midlands. “UK … Continue reading →
The old Irish solution
There is an appalling rate of suicide in Ireland. The victims in general fall into two categories – young males and elderly males. The reasons for suicide are many but I would contend that there are two main causes – … Continue reading →
Holes
Is there a collective noun for holes? An Absence? Anyhows, for your interest, education and edification here is a nice collection. Kimberley Big Hole, South Africa Apparently the largest ever hand-dug excavation in the world, this 1097 meter deep mine … Continue reading →
