Past Lives and Present Misgivings – Part One.

The blog post that won’t go away is still bouncing around in my head; the Sunday newspapers today have further infuriated me – and after long talks with Mr G, I have made the decision to publish. It is going to be a painful experience for me, one that will take several days to complete, […]

September 10, 2014

The Right to Roam

What would you say the main differences were between your average British street today and its equivalent of 30-40-50 years ago? Well, there’s probably more traffic on the roads, that’s a fair bet; and the air’s perhaps a little cleaner now there aren’t so many chimneys pumping toxic aromas into the atmosphere; stray dogs aren’t […]

September 9, 2014

On Bankruptcy and Miracles

This is a very personal post. So trust me that although I have changed certain salient details for various reasons, the essential crux of the facts are true. In fact, the full story is a bit more dramatic and unhappy than needs to be told. This week I chose to go bankrupt. Or rather, I […]

September 8, 2014

A Requiem for Popsy.

I was in my 30s before I got round to wondering why none of my relatives spoke to any of the other relatives. I just accepted it as a child. Questions were not encouraged. As an adult, I set about trying to trace some of them, and discovered that ‘Uncle Popsy’ as he was universally […]

September 7, 2014

Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading and the 25 Hour News

Meanwhile, the good folk of Scarfolk remain as queer as ever…   An interesting take on radical feminism from a genuinely radical feminist…   One rule for one and one rule for another?   Bon Anniversaire! A different take on a recent anniversary…!/2014/08/bon-anniversaire.html  

September 6, 2014

A l’Eau, C’est l’Heure

Dear Blog, Thank-you for being here, you are such a comfort to me. There I was, minding my own business, as one does when one has an Important Man Doing A Professional Job Around Your House. Especially when it is a French artisan. Especially when you have waited weeks for him to turn up and […]

September 5, 2014

A Shropshire Lass.

When I wrote of medieval ale houses, I had in mind old Flossie Lane’s establishment. Flossie’s grandparents acquired the licence to sell beer and wine from their front parlour to the local farmers back in the 19th century. Nothing grand, mind you, a rough hewn oak table, a bench for those who were minded to […]

September 4, 2014

Littler Britain or Scottish Blood, English Heart

As you’re no doubt aware, just over two weeks from now the people who make up one-quarter of the four constituent countries of the United Kingdom will vote to decide whether or not they want to end a three centuries-old partnership they entered into with shrewd economic foresight in 1707. Scotland didn’t unite with England because – […]

September 3, 2014

A Shaggy Corgii Tale…

  Mr T, who came before Mr G, in my dyslexic litany of marriages, once offered to move a boiler for me so that I could squeeze another piece of kitchen equipment into the resulting space. The offer came as a surprise to both of us; he wasn’t noted for his utilitarian qualities. A full […]

September 2, 2014

Ms Raccoon regrets…

You got up far too late today to catch sight of the Raccoon – she was up and away, on her travels again, before you even put the kettle on… Once the good Doctors of Bordeaux had finished rebuilding me, and I am now duly undersealed, bored out, valves reseated, and have passed my MOT – […]

September 1, 2014