First Noel
Noel Not Dole
Yesterday evening, as the god of meteorology indecisively pondered over which season’s weather to provide for the inhabitants of our West Yorkshire metropolis, my daughter Rachel and I ventured into Leeds for food and a gig. The god of meteorology’s indecisiveness was akin to my wife Karen’s when shopping for clothes last week, when her... 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 →