It’s always nice to get compliments, perhaps especially from strangers. In the blogosphere, nothing can be better relied on to put a metaphorical spring in the step than getting a WordPress notification that somebody has ‘liked’ your latest post (even if they almost certainly didn’t go so far as to believe that it was ‘pretty…
“Still around the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate, And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.” – J R R Tolkien: ‘The Return Of The King’…
‘Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us.’ –Winston Churchill There are several large domestic cats that roam freely around here. There’s a tabby, a Persian and a ginger that share two common – and no doubt related – characteristics: a sleek, healthy appearance and an utter lack of compunction in stealing anything…
After some heavy snow at the beginning of the week, the weather is set to turn warmer
“There’s someone in my head and it’s not me” Pink Floyd: ‘The Dark Side Of The Moon’ You know how it is. Some mornings you wake up and there’s a song running through your head, often one that you haven’t heard for years but has somehow been dragged out from down the back of the…
Q: What do you get when you cross a cauliflower with some broccoli A:
It would be grossly unfair to single out France as a world champion of nasty nutrition. Far from it: sheeps’ eyeballs in Arabia, deep-fried crickets in south-east Asia, even guinea pigs in South America, could all knock France into a cocked hat when it comes to sources of food I would run a mile from.…
“If all you got to live for is what you’ve left behind, get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine” – Grateful Dead: ‘Mississippi Halfstep Uptown Toodeloo’ It’s pure coincidence that the calendar year is about to turn, just as three months have passed since I retired. Although I am not by nature…
Is that it? On the second Sunday in December for the past twenty one years, the small town of Blond – about twenty miles from Tranquility Base – is given over to all things capon. For the uninitiated, a capon is a castrated rooster, a fact which explains their more relaxed mien when compared to…
the only deadhead in the hameau 