Silent Night, Noisy Day

As you’re probably aware, December 2022 arrived early Thursday morning; And, if you were aware, why didn’t you tell me. I only found out today (Friday), meaning the inaugural opening of my advent calendar was delayed for over 24 hours. Actually, that’s not strictly true; I didn’t receive an advent calendar. Instead my Ossett beau…

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Wakefield Werewolf in Kilburn

It was a dank, misty afternoon in a North Yorkshire village which was to be my destination for the evening. Looking down at a shimmering stream ten or so feet from Victor (my camper van) I took its gentle eddying water flow as a metaphor for the pleasing calm surrounding yours truly’s current existence. This…

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Rain Didn’t Stop Play

As dusk fell, with heavy precipitation turning my slim fit jeans into a second skin, I entered the camper van to jokingly asking Sarah if she had an industrial size shoe horn. A utensil I’d identified as a useful accessory to ease me outta my sodden denims. My partner and I had just spent an…

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He’s Percy & She’s Glad

In lieu of today’s blog I enclose a whimsical short story written for part of writing workshop I attended today. Hopefully it’ll scratch that literary itch:- “For the love of god, can you please turn that bloody central heating down, GG!” An admonishment delivered from inside his battered old bird cage by outspoken parrot Percy….

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Staying Alert

You’ll not know this but yours truly is a fan of movie scores. And if you did, as I’ve never really disclosed that snippet biographical info, I’d be interested to know how. Not to mention question what other gossip relating to me is currently in circulation… Oh, and assure everyone the horse story isn’t true….

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Sherwood Shenanigans

With daylight diminishing over Nottinghamshire, at 15mph we entered a forest domain made famous by Robin Hood and his band of merry men. I’m unsure what they were merry about, however I’m pretty sure it wasn’t with anticipation of utilising zip wires, bicycles, ten-pin bowling, pool slides or a Bella Italia meal, akin to fellow…

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Life In The Fast Lane

In middle-age I’m much more of a dissenter than during my younger adult years. Subsequently, these days I often cock a snook at the world; deeds pushing existential boundaries, which are undertaken with the aim of shaking the Establishment to its core… Exploits such as referring to carpet vacuuming as hoovering, despite my cleaner of choice…

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