When it rains and you have what is known as a working dog, you have little choice than to get wet, otherwise he will spend his day doing your head in, continually butting you with his wet nose.
Today has been one of those days, so rather than just getting wet, I thought I would get wet somewhere where I haven't been before, but is not too far away from where I live. That place being Amport just west of Andover on the A303.
I have been ...
One of my friends sent me a post the other day where it appeared he had got lost in my last blog post, not quite sure of its intended direction.
It was quite painful to read because it made me realise that I had been rumbled and in an attempt to be clever, I had got myself into a bit of a pickle.
Anyone whoever writes, at no matter what level, knows that the ultimate humiliation is to get caught plagiarising another writer as it will lead ...
I have had an interesting couple of days, mainly courtesy of seeing my friend Paul (who lives in Barons Court) and meeting the chaps he drinks and plays in a band with.
I have always regarded Paul as one of my 'new' friends as I met him (through work) in 1994. Sadly, I often think 1994 for was about three weeks ago and it is only when it dawns on me that it was 22 years ago, I wonder if Paul should now be promoted to 'an old friend.'
In ...
Since moving to the south side of Andover last year, I have successfully managed to make no friends whatsoever. This suits me just dandy, as it allows me to walk in peace and generally stay clear of a population of fuckwitts that seems to increase as I get older, which is compelling evidence that intolerance definitely comes with age.
My neighbour seems pleasant enough, but when all said and done he is a policeman and I don't trust policemen, ...
