So, dear reader, which of the captions listed below goes best with this picture? A. That is positively the last time I set foot in a Wetherspoons. B. To be honest, I’m starting to rethink this whole Botox idea. C. No I did NOT say your bum looked big in that. D. Yeah? Well, you…
Time to ponder the imponderable. Today’s instalment of WordPress’ ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’ proffers this deceptively simple – and oft-posed – question: “Sliced Bread: (….)What do you actually think is the best thing since sliced bread?” I’ve been watching this one coming down the track at me for a while now, and have spent…
In the more than four years that I’ve been (sporadically) writing this blog, I’ve owned up to a lot of things that I never thought I would impart to another living soul. Although if you saw my stats, you’d probably tell me not to worry, because I haven’t told anyone. On the same principle that…
Most people who know me would agree that I’m of a generally calm, nay taciturn, mien. In Dad’s Army terms, I’m more Sergeant Wilson than Corporal Jones: So this latest offering in WordPress’ 365 Days of Writing Prompts held few fears for me when I first approached it: “In a crisis. Honestly evaluate the way…
Can I write a post about ice cream? Well, I can try. Do you want to read a post about ice cream? That, gentle reader, is entirely up to you. All I would say is that blogs, like ice cream, come in an ever-increasing variety of flavours and, also like ice cream, if you don’t…
Honestly, you wait weeks on end for a new post, and then they all come along together… It has to be said that waste management is pretty well organised here in France. As a matter of course everyone recycles their plastic, glass and paper into the relevant coloured bins at the local déchetterie – and…
Does it not strike you as odd that the expression ‘He’d be late for his own funeral’ is used as a criticism of somebody’s timekeeping? It mean, it’s hardly fair to criticise the stiff in question, since presumably by that stage all matters relating to punctuality will be out of their own hands and down…
‘I remember the good old days’ – grandson, age 9¼.
(‘Brainless Stupidity’ is a – very – occasional series of diatribes against state-of-the-art manifestations of bovine idiocy masquerading as aids to moden life. Previous targets have included been the Belgian way of buying fuel and Paypal’s bizarre procedures for identity verification.) This time, though, our egregiously cretinous example is the in-car navigation system more or…
Joseph Heller got it right: Last Tuesday lunchtime, much to my chagrin, my iPad wouldn’t open the BBC iPlayer page, thereby depriving Madame and me of the possibility of listening to the News Quiz while chowing down on our baguettes. Disappointing. Madame didn’t seem to have a problem with her iPad so, following my iron…
the only deadhead in the hameau 