According to the infallible oracle that we call ‘the internet’, you are statistically most likely to have a tattoo if you are (a) female and (b) in the 30-39 age group. Being a male and – in my head at any rate – only in my early twenties (although my birth certificate implacably adds about forty years to…
Gastropods are not for me. There’s enough food in my world not to have to resort to dragging a lump of snot out of a shell and eating it. I mean, have you seen what a whelk actually looks like? However, there is one type of ‘snail’ that’s got me bang to rights with this latest instalment of…
I is useless. ‘Tell us something we don’t know’, you chorus. The archives of this blog are awash with examples of my general ineptitude when it comes to anything practical, chronicling my various struggles with duvet covers, flat-pack furniture and many of the other benefits of modern civilisation. However, this week I may have hit…
Today’s instalment of ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’ wants us to write “using regional slang, your dialect or your accent”. What, you mean like this? Scouse was the dialect of my upbringing so will always be with me. It’s dead gear, ‘onest, but that post is probably enough to be going on with. Instead, it seemed…
The secret’s in the timing: cooking is just like comedy really. Well, it certainly is when I try it. When it comes to eating, I like to think I have fairly broad and reasonably adventurous tastes (although there are some gastronomic lines I will not cross). As such, I’m struggling to respond to this, latest, of…
It’s not on the way to anywhere, so there’s very little in the way of passing traffic, and not much happens. So this blog is indeed just like Tranquility Base, the deeply rural French hamlet where we live. Nonetheless, occasionally an unsuspecting browser does seem to stumble across it, metaphorically pop their head round the…
the only deadhead in the hameau 