A Trip to Marlborough, the Grey Hound Re-Opens and Another all American Kid to Make me Vomit
After our September trip to recession hit Dorchester, this week-end Diane and I went to visit the other end of the British economic spectrum in Marlborough, Wiltshire, a picturesque market town that is home to the stinking rich who care little for the Euro crisis or the financial meltdown, they are far too busy counting their cash. This Tory heartland is the home of Harris tweeds, Barbour jacke...
A Sigh of Relief as the New Neighbour Settles in!
My new next door neighbour arrived safely yesterday without too much fuss and thankfully, without any signs of a huge contingent of cats. My old neighbours loaded their van up and wished me well which, somewhat ridiculously, caused a bit of a lump in my throat, confirming the fact that I am hopeless at goodbyes, no matter how trivial they are. I have only uttered about ten sentences to them in two years, but for some reason ...
A Big Gulp – I Have a New Neighbour Arriving
I have a rather nervy next twenty-four hours or so as I await the arrival of what I think is a new neighbour, rather than new neighbours. As far as I can recall, it is a single lady in her fifties who is arriving, and whilst that indicates positive news, it is not necessarily the case as living in a semi detached house with walls constructed from tracing paper requires a lot of mutual tolerance, without it, all sorts of problems can ...
More Curry and a Sad Day For Football
I had my second curry night in just over a week on Saturday night, this time rather than Brick Lane in the heart of London, it was off to the Punjabi in Stockbridge High Street in the heart of the Test Valley in Hampshire. Last week I was with my oldest group of friends, this week it was the newer bunch from Broughton. The locations may have been remarkably diverse, but the conversations taking place mirrored each other in a way that ...
Boring November, But Not Long Until Obese-mass
Despite it being the month of my birth, I have always found it difficult to find anything inspiring about November; every aspect of it is about as interesting as painting a coat of magnolia emulsion on a wall then watching in fascination as it turns lighter and lighter through the drying process. If November was a person it would be John Major, if it was a car it would be a Ford Focus 1.6L. Totally inoffensive, but sensationally ...