It Says Six in the Score Book!
One thing I have always wanted to do before I die, is hit a cricket ball over a boundary rope for six runs. It is something that I tried several times for various teams throughout my twenties and again, since my mid thirties, for clubs such as Oakley, Dummer, Ashford Hill and any other outfit I have managed to ponce a game off. The main reason that I have failed to realise this particular dream stems from the fact that I am not very good at ...
Toaster Trays-The Answer to World Famine?
Yesterday evening, after a day of gardening in beautiful September sunshine, I embarked on my bi-monthly house clean. This I'll have you know, is not a n everyday whiz around with a hoover and a bit of furniture polish, this is industrial cleaning that includes gouging out the intestines of my cooker, the washing of floors and the scrubbing down of kitchen units. I did employ a cleaner from an agency to do this for a while, but rather than a ...
Me, My iPod & Tesla Girls
My iPod plays such an integral part in my life that I often wonder how I ever coped without it. I have it on in my car, in my bedroom, when I am in the bath and when I am working at home, in fact I have it on now, keeping me company as I write another post that will have you all rolling around on the floor with laughter as you experience yet another blog featuring untamed razor sharp wit that knows no boundaries or any knowledge of playing by ...
Bi-Focals or Contact Lenses?
I am sad to report that eyesight is now fading at such an alarming rate that I am now at the point that I wear glasses for both distance and for reading. However, anyone who knows my habit for misplacing items will understand that the stress of having two pairs of glasses to accompany my wallet, keys and mobile phone on every trip out of my front door is too much to take. I tried getting myself a man bag, but it resulted in me either losing it ...
Take me to the Tower..
Right, I am going to say it...ready? I can muster no interest in the Para-Olympics whatsoever. Right, come and lynch me, put me in the stocks and pelt me with rotten vegetables, then hang me in the tower and allow my eyes to be pecked out by hungry ravens. However, even that threat wont change my perception of how I view the Para-Olmypics which despite the undoubted courage of those taking part, fails to impress me as a sports fan. When I watch ...