Monday…

I don't know why but Mondays always come along like that train you should not really be on. They always follow Sundays and they spend that day fermenting wrong thoughts; dread. Still if Mondays did not come along, you'd probably be dead. Or tansported to a different plain. I hope mine will take me somewhere... Continue Reading →

Giro or Tour?

I have recently enjoyed some interesting reading about these two great cycling events. The Giro d'Italia is the less famous race and has been compared to a an intimate gig in a bar as opposed to the giant stadium show that is the Tour. Cycling has risen in popularity in recent years; that's an understatement... Continue Reading →

French Porn (property)

A ray of sunshine has fallen across our Saturday morning. Outside is dull and damp, but in doors there is a spot of hope. Saturday morning started off as all Saturdays tend to do. Lucy, our cat, came gently meowing into our bedroom. The weather is grim out there, but that didn’t stop her from... Continue Reading →

The Importance Of Night

Almost twenty-minutes past three and I am sittng here in the darkness, without my glasses, whilst my wife and daughters sleep upstairs. I woke thinking. Now someway into my veritable older years, though the boy inside me queries this, I have those nocturnal meanderings that lead to a gnawingly inward frustration. It's over two-years since... Continue Reading →

Here Come The Holidays

After a year of blogging, I am taking three-weeks off to cycle in France. There, I will also be writing, but not blogging.    The Piper will conclude on my return. Mike

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