The S**t Shop

Individuals who know me will vouch, when it comes to what makes me laugh, I’m sporadically liable to regress back … More

His Bite’s Worse Than His Bark!

At around midday yesterday yours truly walked a tentative, yet still curious, canine into an Ossett dog grooming salon. Bereft … More

This morning my habitual negligence for leaving stuff in pockets of hoodies/jeans pre-launder reached a new pinnacle. Ordinarily, these faux … More

Unlike the Hot Chocolate song which started with a kiss, after prompting from my buddy Sarah, GJ Strachan’s final birthday … More

Ashes from last night’s chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today’s descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of … More

At around midday yesterday, having just fit two solar lights in my buddy Sarah’s garden, I picked up her nine … More

A few years ago yours truly embarked on an exercise of broadening my literary horizons by dabbling with scribing poetry. … More

After two days of sporadic snowfall, It was a fillip this morning to once again sit at the breakfast table … More

On Saturday afternoon I’d a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I’m unaware of … More