I liked this massacre (mine)

At what point did he (General Custer) realise that he had played one gig too many? Those Rock 'n Roll days were about to be over. Originally from West Yorkshire, I was brought up on a regular diet of Cowboys and Indians. Cowboys were the goodies and Indians were the not-so goodies. In later life... Continue Reading →

My Almost Wellbeing Recommendation

Unfu*k Yourself: Get Out of Your Head and Into Your Life by Gary John Bishop As you might have gleaned from the irreverent title, Unfu*k Yourself is not your typical self-help book. Written with equal parts wit and candor, it implores the reader to think about the life they truly want to live. The book then demonstrates... Continue Reading →

Cruel Britannia

We are on the eve of the government triggering Brexit. Oh, how much fun can that be?  Flagging at the last. Here’s me trying to make connections with unseen readers, phantoms of my mind. The world is being torn apart and I’m building either an illusionary one or one that is founded on delusion. It... Continue Reading →

Car-Share With King Candy

That suspiciously sweet smell. For a while now I have been car-sharing. It is a way of getting to work whilst cutting down on costs. It saves me and my fellow care-sharers small fortunes at the end of the month and gves us time chat. The last bit is not always true. My car-sharing adventures... Continue Reading →

Ease Up

It's a winter's day out there and its was aim was to put us off. Sundays come in grey when January arrives. Today was wind laced with rain. What more does one, or two in this case, need to persuade you to stay in by the fireside? So we ran. Sundays are our days. They... 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 →

Caught, Again.

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into... Continue Reading →

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