It’s only with hindsight that I realise what a ‘playground‘ London was for me from the mid-eighties (when becoming old enough to do as I pleased) to the late nineties; when changes started running so deep they were impossible to miss and/or ignore.
Videos of surprised faces as pressies are opened; before and after pics of dinner, the pudding, and various alcoholic drinks likewise. All delivered instantaneously; not shown half-arsed Continue reading
Christmas is meant to be full of celebration and joy; for many, though, it can be a dark time brimming with morbidity and doom in a place far from fun and festivity.
Humbug, we say.
While calling these people Ebeneezer Scrooge.
What the Dickens, then Continue reading
It’s Christmas. TV and media are shoving images of lovely things to eat in our faces hand over fist.
As a vegetarian, all this revelling over dead carcasses doesn’t make for fun viewing 😦
Before becoming one, there was a time I didn’t get it for a second; even being known to scoff at, instead of consider the view.
These days I frequently see/hear ‘snowflake‘ used in relation to fellow flesh-dodgers. Continue reading
A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market V
A funny thing about the ‘workingman’: no matter how hard the times, he always manages to find enough money for beer.
I thought it was just Communist Grandad (Papa Redbeard) who’d neglected Continue reading
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market IV
The Mr T I worked markets with bore no resemblance to the mother-loving one in the video below. Mr T did a bit of this and a bit of that; a real-life ‘Del Boy’ if ever there was one. If you’re getting any ideas of me being the Rodney of the equation, you can Continue reading
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market Part II
Brits are rarely positive about anything – that’s more a mainland Europe kinda thing and perhaps the foremost reason voting Brexit was so popular. Nonetheless, when things are going badly, Brits suddenly range between cheerily pointing out it could be worse before whistling a happy tune, to becoming highly Continue reading