At the risk of alienating any bears within my readership (of which I can only imagine there are several), I'll admit that I've never really been a fan of honey... When I was growing up, my Grandad would merrily devour a teaspoon of the stuff direct from the jar, and swore by its natural properties... Continue Reading →
We were in a stand off. It was just me and him... I stood rooted to the spot, locked in a battles of wits, neither of us willing to back down or be the first to blink. I'm not a violent man - in fact I'd never even been involved in a playground fight at... Continue Reading →
One in a million. Seems like short odds doesn't it? It's a strap line that seems to regularly get banded about and slapped on the chances of unlikely seeming situations or to describe the unique nature of a person or thing. Let's take a few examples to illustrate the point; . Me winning the lottery... Continue Reading →
The Gin Shelf 
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