Partly fictional chronicles of whimsy
I’m feeling inordinately disorientated this morning. Allied to continually losing my thread, I’m asking ill thought out questions of the…
In his 1965 refrain Summer Wind, Frank Sinatra sang of a seemingly season long breeze which blew in from the…
I was Greek Street in situ for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon. My spouse and me seeking to quench…
“Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.” Philosophical words of wisdom from late US writer Hunter S Thompson, advocating his…
Nations who’ve achieved final success in the FIFA World Cup traditionally adorn a gold star above their shirt crest, advertising…
With only a few hours of waiting to see if history will be made, excitement levels in England’s high streets,…
The aging process – Bosom buddy of cosmetic surgeons, bezzie mate with manufacturers of anti-aging products and inseparable amigo of…
As football fever grips the largest country in the United Kingdom, we English can’t get enough of player profiles and…
In our English sun scorched brown and pleasant land, summer 2018 is starting to feel a bit like summer 2012…
As I commence this literary offering, it’s five hours until England play our european cousins Sweden in the FIFA World…
