For all you sexual athletes out there...
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
It's a cold and wet Winter's day in Helminthdale and I;m actually happy to be getting back to the workplace when I bump into Walter Brimsdyke, The Borough Environmental Health Officer. He has my sympathy already.
"It's always a bloody Friday afternoon, isn't it? And it's always when it's bloody raining isn't it?"
I strain three face muscles not smiling: I know what comes next...
"They bloody ring up and say: 'I'm very worried about that dead sheep up on the tops. It's been there all week...'"
It's always a bloody Friday afternoon...
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
An after-works drink with Ken Barmy at The Duck and Pullet.
For the past decade and a half we have shared stories of the black and bleak madnesses of the running of public libraries and laughed uproariously at the absurdity of it all.
We found nothing to laugh at in the climate of the day.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The similarities between us are sometimes alarming. At some stage in the relationship we'll be able to arrange things such that we'll be sleeping at the house where the milk, bread and breakfast cereal are (the usual trick is to have the milk at her house and the cereal at mine, twenty miles away). And our finickitiness makes cooking ia challenge: I won't eat chicken or sea-life and she won't eat beans or anything green that isn't spinach or corned beef.
But we seem to be coping…