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 →
Category Archives: Getting old
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 →
Me? Grouchy?
I am of course widely known for my calm placid attitude to life. I was therefore somewhat surprised recently when Herself told me to calm down and stop yelling at the television. I pointed out that I was merely commenting … Continue reading →
Breaking Bad
Memory is a strange thing. I have mentioned before the the way I can watch a film or read a book and only towards the end I would realise I had seen the film or read the book. I suppose … Continue reading →
Old people are a pain
“When did we grow old?” Herself asked me that the other day and it made me think. Frankly it did come as a bit of a shock as until then I didn’t think I was Old [with a capital O]. … Continue reading →
