The phrases ‘enjoy yourself’ and ‘have a good time’ have always baffled and, on some occasions, actually annoyed me. ‘Having a good time’ is not the same concept for everyone. Not everyone goes out to enjoy themselves in the same way, and we might well be relieved at that fact. There is an assumption, I […]
People Knowing My Personal Business
I was just drifting off the other night, listening to the dulcet tones of Mylene Klass and her inane chatter on ClassicFM, when I had a sudden realisation. She was in that awful band. Then I had another realisation, ‘I can be googled’. Now we can all be googled, social media, gmail accounts and profiles, […]
The Wrong Burrow
My son was born in our house, in Bushy Park Road. His Christian names are Lindsay James. He was born early Saturday morning, and soon after he was delivered, followed shortly by our daily paper – the Surrey Comet. On the back of the Comet that day, on the sports page, was an article entitled ‘BUMPER […]
Handbags and Gladrags
I could not understand, the other day, how I walked the length of the road to the gym in such a short time. I allowed well over half an hour, yet did it in twenty minutes. Ten years or more ago, I regularly visited someone half way up that road and it seemed to take a […]
First Creative to Help Expand Bastardography
I resisted to write a title like ‘Creative helps to the Max’, or ‘Maximum Creativity’ because that would be too cringe-worthy for words, although ‘First Creative to Help Expand Bastardography’ is simultaneously too cryptic, too vague and too obvious to be of much use to anyone. Anyway, this blog is about the fact that actor […]