Its 08.09 am on Monday 10th October. As I start to pen this blog my long suffering, courageous wife and I reside in a waiting area of one of Europe’s top oncological institutes. The dwindling West Yorkshire temperatures outside bring with them the first autumnal sightings of neck scarves, gloves and survivalist Bear Grylls. It’s unusual... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow Never Knows
In the 1995 track What’s The Story (Morning Glory), Noel Gallagher’s lyric included the lines:- All your dreams are made When you're chained to (your) mirror with (your) razor blade After an incident this morning, I wouldn’t advocate you dream at your mirror with a razor blade. I learnt this harsh lesson shaving whilst day... Continue Reading →