Back From Cornwall
We all arrived safely back from Cornwall yesterday, my luggage however, has taken an extended break after refusing to leave with me, remaining in the bedroom at Sally's house until I can muster the enthusiasm to sit behind a combine harvester on the A303 for several hours on my way to picking it up. Truro is a bastard of a journey, particularly around the classic bottle neck on the A30 just east of Newquay where the dual carriageway ...
From Biggleswade to Penpol
What a busy week I have had, moving from a drink fuelled festival in Bedfordshire down to the tranquil surroundings of Penpol in Cornwall, with only a brief pit stop at home and Diane's in between. That's the nomadic life of Rock "n" Roll I suppose, always on the move me, I'm so cool. The Rhythm festival in Biggleswade was great fun, the music, the company of my fellow campers (Nick, Jerry and Monty) along with the general ...
Off to Biggleswade!
I am going to the Rythm festival in Biggleswade this weekend where it is going to rain and I am going to be accompanied by three Southampton supporters who will undoubtedly be gloating about their rise to the top of the Championship whilst Reading flounder in the lower echelons. However, that is the only bad bit, as they are good chaps really and they have a similar taste in quirky music to me. The line up featuring The Men They Couldn't Hang, ...
Do You Know Your Garden?
When I moved to my house in late September 2009 (oh what a night....) it featured a back garden that looked like something that had just won the Britain in Bloom award. It was full of colour and life, basking in the Autumn sunshine courtesy of all the hard work carried out by the 78 year old woman I was buying the house from. It was quite apparent that this women's expertise extended from disguising a leaking bathroom and a malfuncti...
Working From Home
After fifteen years of working at home, it is now official, I have had enough of it, it bores me to death for two to three of the days that I am either, sat in front of the computer looking out on lead grey skies, pursuing with my quest to finally not look stupid at the Sainsburys self checkout, or going for a lunch time work out at a gymnasium full of bored menopausal women who are striving for nothing more than middle class status or a ...