Let me paint a picture… Peanut. Milk. Bleach. How they all affect me. The first one would mean probably breaking a tooth. The … READ MORE
Street theatre for a single observer In 800 words. In Praise of Smoking Like Waiting for Godot with added nicotine. Location: Cagnes-sur-mer, France. Train station. Summer 2019. I can’t believe I’m saying this but just seen evidence that smoking is not only good for you it can build bridges too. There is … READ MORE
Again, just for fun and see how many of you really do ‘know’ me… Here are 6 more jobs. Herbalife distributor. Housekeeper/cook to Michael Jackson. Communications officer. Civilian role with Police. Lollipop lady. Sous chef at small French restaurant. Trainee estate agent. ** 5 of the above I applied for. 1, I never applied for. … READ MORE
Just for fun. 12 jobs that I have done. 1 is a lie but which one? Vacuum cleaner sales agent. Manicurist. College lecturer. Sales agent: Educational equipment. Hair and beauty salon owner. Children’s entertainer. Market researcher for sanitary products company. Campsite rep. Taxi driver. Avon lady. YTS monitor/trainer. Hotel: housekeeping.
Midlife inertia! You having a larf…? So what exactly got my blood boiling recently? Nothing to do with Trump, Brexit or even the dreaded Covid. Nope it was an article in The Telegraph written by Kate Mulvey. Of course she’s totally entitled to her opinion and I always find people’s ideas interesting but what … READ MORE
GMT and why Leeds is 6 minutes behind. The Time Has Come. For us baby boomers and older this may get you humming an Adam Faith tune from 1961. I tried listening to it just now and no way. Way too many memories. This weekend we have been ‘falling backwards’. It’s how I remember … READ MORE
Your country needs you! Home, holidays and identity. The schools are back and summer is drawing to a close but if I mentioned leaving home for two weeks you might think. Packing, sea, sun, sangria and holidays. But for many of us, returning home is a holiday. We are live-in carers and packing to leave … READ MORE
When asked to write a blog about Wimbledon I gave an audible sigh. That’s Wimbledon as in tennis not the town per se. Showing my age, I thought, Wombles, Cliff Richard singing and rain. So here’s the thing. I don’t really get sport. Humans run around or move slowly (argh!) and poke balls into holes, … READ MORE