I wandered into Local Shop over the weekend. There was a new girl behind the counter who cheerfully asked what she could get me. I asked for a couple of packs of Silk Cut Purple fags. In common with most … Continue reading →
Herself woke up this morning and demanded her mug of tea. Now you have to understand that if you deny Herself her morning tea, it is enough to have a grizzly bear with a sore head cower and tremble behind … Continue reading →
Here I am living the simple quiet life of a pensioner. When all of a sudden a whole series of things come along like a convoy of fucking buses. Instead of a quiet Monday morning, I found myself up to … Continue reading →
I dropped down to the village on Saturday to get some smokes for Herself. I asked the Sweet Young Thing who was serving for a couple of packs of Silk Cut Purple which is Herself’s favourite tipple, though I swear … Continue reading →
I phoned Doc on Friday. Nothing hectic – I just wanted a prescription renewed, and if I called in in person the bugger would charge me. Skinflint. But he doesn’t charge for a phone call. Not that much of a … Continue reading →
Total catastrophe rained upon my head yesterday. It started off as a normal sort of day. I pootled around as usual minding my own business. I had to go to the library later but they didn’t open until three so … Continue reading →
It's strange how bothersome things seem to travel in convoys. I was minding my own business yesterday in good form and at peace with the world when I got an email. It informed me that this site was down. I … Continue reading →
I joined the local library last week. "Aha!" you say, "but aren't you a man of letters who reads copious quantities of literature? Surely you must belong to a library?" The fact is that I got my first library membership … Continue reading →
I have nothing against Travelers, or Tinkers or Knackers of Pikeys or whatever the fuck is their current Politically Correct name. If they don't bother me, then I won't bother them. They have their lifestyle and I have mine, and … Continue reading →
It was a sad weekend. It all started over a week ago when Herself decided she was tired of the Sunday Times and preferred Saturday's Irish Times. I can't blame her as it was a mountain of newspaper, half of … Continue reading →
