Not that I'm complaining, but the UK's warm spell carries on unabated. This morning, an acquaintance felt the need to inform me that they were sweating like a camel's backside. As it wasn't a mind's picture I wanted, or indeed a simile I'd heard before I didn't respond to this oratory offering. By the nature... Continue Reading →
It’s Thingy’s Son
I’m struggling for a topic for today’s narrative. Lack of sleep, lack of inspiration and lack of sleep ensure my creative juices are currently barren…. Yes, I know I wrote lack of sleep twice above, but I did have a really bad sleep! Neil Diamond once sang ‘Money talks, but it don’t dance and it... Continue Reading →