Camp as Christmas but all's well that ends well!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
The mirror crack'd
Standing in the Co-op, buying a People's Friend and a tin of pineapple chunks, I'm bemused by the conversation behind me. A girl and two lads, all in dark "first accountancy suits." They were talking about the gossip mags on the rack, all boasting pictures of Abby Clancy, who is Nursing Heartache over Peter Crouch's Infidelity. Or as we used to call it: footballer's girlfriend pissed off at his dicking about.
"I mean," said the girl, "if you had a girlfriend like that would you go an sleep with a prostitute?""I dunno," said one of the lads, "she looks a bit ropey in that picture.""She's upset, she's not going to be looking her best.""Well, I dunno..."
I looked at him. He looked like a badly-filled hot water bottle.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Operation Errol Flynn
When my grandfather was pinned down by sniper fire in a banana grove in Burma I wonder if he ever imagined I'd be sat here watching a train called "The Spirit of Osaka" taking Chinese white goods to what used to be the Empire's largest industrial park.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Biting the hand that feeds you
I don't mind the squirrel taking all the hazelnuts from the top of the bush before they're fully ripe. After all, I can't reach them so they may as well be doing somebody some good.
I do object to the furry hooligan barking at me for twenty minutes while I'm in the garden.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Nuts in August
It's not so bad.
After an interesting day at the office and a long drag of a commute it's nice to find the back garden filled with lilies and then while away a good half hour pigging out on green hazelnuts picked fresh from the tree.
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