Theatre Again I haven’t much spare cash. This is merely an observation rather than a moan. Fuck me if it was a moan the trolls out there would wet their kni…
Son That's my lovely son Ian, photographed at Chatsworth yesterday afternoon - up by The Hunting Tower. How did he get to be thirty six years old? …
Old Enough.....Ugly Enough I went to bed early last night. It was 8 pm....unheard of for me. Subsequently I was wide awake before five, woken by Dorothy who had noticed one…
Early Crossing The Mekong into Laos Okay....I have woken up early today so I am going to crack out a new blogpost before going back to bed. I need more …
Standards Mave and I , alongside Peter, a soft spoken Glaswegian with a plethora of ribald stories and Latino Tim from Atlanta in Georgia won the Big Ga…
Retrospection Wallowing More looking back in today's blogpost. I guess that there has been a lot of looking back in the last twelve months. When normal lif…
Strangers not on a train Before I ventured to Bodnant Gardens Mary and I visited the Horizon Cafe on Colwyn Bay’s Promenade. You still cannot sit on the outside tables t…