How to know you did the right thing but it doesn’t feel that way
Whinge time, I’m afraid. But hell, my blog, I can bleat if I like. You don’t have to read it, …
Whinge time, I’m afraid. But hell, my blog, I can bleat if I like. You don’t have to read it, …
My then wife, Alison, was the most aggressive driver I have ever been with. I’ve been with a few nutters …
I’m very dismayed. I’ve been watching reports about the sheer pandemonium the NHS is facing as Covid strikes back, and …
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I neglected to mention something in my earlier post about the astonishingly talented driver Sabine Schmidt…
Sort of seasonal theme here. When I drove for Tesco, as a means of keeping money churning if my training …
A little while ago, I mentioned the unlikely presence of launderettes in Cambridge. You just don’t get them in the …
Back in 1970, my sister turned up on Christmas Eve with a little fluffball. A lovely little kitten but who …
Because I hate Christmas so much, I tend to like to skip about in the runup. This year I’ll be …
You cannot faze a camel. You may not have even thought about that. If the Magi tracked unknown miles on …
Since it’s Sunday, a bit of a religious shortie here. While I worked in advertising, I met some shifty blokes. …
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