Circumstance took me back to the UK just before Christmas; a landmark birthday on it had me stay to spend it with mother, who lives in Chard; a place located in deep and darkest Somerset.
By choice celebrations would start with friends on Christmas Eve; a visit to the pub with a massive Continue reading
It was recently reported by the BBC that pub numbers in the UK have risen for the first time in a decade. It’s surely no coincidence that a) it was ten years ago that I left; b) I spent twelve weeks there in 2019 – double any other year since leaving.
(in which many misconceptions from both sides of the pond will be utterly destroyed!): Continue reading
Some thoughts on that lovely stuff known as caramel:
Not being able to hold one’s beer can be disastrous.
It can have a negative impact on social standing and reputation, even make a laughing stock of to whatever gender one likes to stick things in or have things stuck in by; maybe it’s a two-way street of insertions – it’s not for me to make judgements, cast any assertions. Continue reading
This is a poem about going for a walk that leads to reflection on youth’s cruel ebb, being devastated by it and then humbly coming to terms with the injustices of fate. Continue reading
While The Mr T I worked markets with bore no resemblance to one from TV, it’s no reason not to Continue reading
