She would suddenly appear in front of me, once a week on a Saturday evening, in a plume of colourful smoke. And she was absolutely ‘bloody’ terrifying! One minute I’m chilling in front of the TV, watching ‘Blind Date’ with our’ Cillar or the homoerotic muscle-fest ‘Man O Man’ (a retro throwback that demands a... Continue Reading →
To be fair, it was coming straight for him...what else was he supposed to do?! It stooped and stared, and scratched at the ground as it prepared to attack. It was an old fashioned ‘stare off’, the aggressor plotting as it’s victim was frozen in fear. And then, quick as a flash, it lunged for... Continue Reading →
Boobs! There’s no other way of putting it. A great big pair of boobs. Right in my eye line. I felt almost guilty... I was stood next to my wife, who was busy having a conversation with an Estate Agent, and I was unable to take my eyes of this other woman’s chest. In fairness... Continue Reading →
‘What’s the time difference over there’ I was asked. ‘About 10-15 years behind the UK!’ I had wittily quipped. A jovial jibe maybe. But that’s actually not too far from the truth when regarding gin... I was paying another vacation visit to my parents home base in Evian, France. (Note to reader: If you are... Continue Reading →
Oh god...My heart sank as the question came...‘sorry mate, have you got a hammer?’. Here we go... We had called maintenance to come and take a look at some minor reparation works needed to our city centre apartment. A call heeded by a rugged chap we’d come to lovingly know as ‘Old Phil’, on account... Continue Reading →
Ah. A day at the beach. Is there anything better in this life?... There’s something kind of magical about being near the ocean, with the sand between your toes, the summer breeze in your hair and the sun on your back that puts the mind and soul at ease. There’s a peaceful tranquility to the... Continue Reading →
‘Sorry we missed you!’ exclaimed the little red and white piece of card that greeted me on the doormat as I arrived home. But this wasn’t the touching greeting card I had initially mistaken it for...I continued to read. ‘Your parcel is available to collect from your local Royal Mail depot. Please bring ID’. Ah.... Continue Reading →
Festivals. A quintessential part of the British Summer. And as I sit gazing out of the window to pen this little ditty, I’m greeted by a sign that leaves me in absolutely no doubt that we’ve reached that glorious time of the year... Yep, you’ve guessed it. It’s bloody raining. Again. Relentlessly! And it’s at... Continue Reading →
These days I can barely get to the end of my road without using a Sat Nav! I genuinely think that, if I had been born in a bygone-era, I too could have been a heroic Christopher Columbus style figure (only rather than accidentally discovering America, it’d be more like I took a wrong turn... Continue Reading →
‘Vous avez une ‘Babybel’?...’ I had tentatively asked, half joking/half longingly... The waiter looked at me, slightly bemused, as the rest of the table laughed at my amusing ‘joke’. Stood before me was a French waiter (note to reader: we were in France), with a trolley that was laden with enough cheese to make you... Continue Reading →
The Gin Shelf 
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