Lost and found
I am forever losing things these days. It’s usually the ordinary everyday things such as car keys, my lighter or my pipe. One of my problems is that I like to keep things in particular places so I can find … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Getting old
Where are the heroes of yesteryear?
I went to a pub last night. A friend [yes- I do have a few friends] suggested going for a pint, which is of course an Irish euphemism for a bellyful. Now due to domestic circumstances I have been somewhat … Continue reading →
An odd day
Yesterday was my birthday. Well, strictly speaking it wasn’t my birth day birthday as I would be pretty fucking remarkable if I could type this at only one day old. So for the pedants amongst us, yesterday was the anniversary … Continue reading →
A reformed cynic
I do honestly try not to be so cynical about everything. It’s a trait which even I find irritating, though these days it’s very hard not to cast a very jaundiced eye on life. Anyhows I was browsing around and … Continue reading →
I love being old
Or as the politically insane would probably call it – youthfully challenged. I can sit back here in my mountain retreat and watch the word sink into a morass of political correctness, political interference and a level of weirdness that … Continue reading →
