I always find it amusing when I hear people use the phrase ‘did you grow up in a barn?!’. The general rule of thumb when this throwaway, semi passive aggressive, remark is dropped is that the perpetrator will have left a door slightly ajar or perhaps strewn an article of clothing askew on an armchair.... Continue Reading →
I sat there, my head in my hands, feeling nothing short of mortified. With the feeling of helplessness setting in, a single tear rolled down my cheek and on to the table. This was my hell... My mom had just served up dinner and had enthusiastically pushed the plate towards me. But upon seeing what... Continue Reading →
So there we were. Two children, stood in front of a rather fancy looking patisserie counter, confronted by a perplexed (and by now mildly annoyed) looking French lady with her hands on her hips. But how did we get to this point?...Allow me to explain. I forget the year... but we’ll say it was around... Continue Reading →
As a kid, I’d always fancied myself as being a bit like Bruce Willis. Not in a creepy ‘Sixth Sense’ or ‘Look Who’s Talking’ kind of way... specifically in a ‘Die Hard’ kind of way! (from any of the original trilogy, but excluding the 4th film. That was rubbish!...sorry Bruce). Yep. If anyone was to... Continue Reading →
I don’t know what it is about blokes. But when it comes round to a big, box office, fight night we tend to go a bit...primal. My brother and I love the thrill of a good fight and have followed Anthony Joshua’s career for the last few years. And when the next round of build... Continue Reading →
My wife and I have an agreement. We can each have a list of 5 people of the opposite sex. And if we meet them, and the opportunity for romance presents itself...then it’s fair game!... Now I should specify. There are some rules to be adhered to here. This isn’t just any old list, where... Continue Reading →
I looked at my wife, as I approached the door, my face wracked with a sense of trepidation and fear. I held her hand, and gently kissed her on the cheek, as I reached for the handle. I paused for a second, and turned back, looking her earnestly in the eyes. “I’m just going outside”... Continue Reading →
What is ‘the meaning of life’?...A rather deep and soul searching question to start a gin blog with you might think. But stick with me here... Sure, it’s a fairly broad and wide spanning question. And one that people around the world have tried to find a conclusive answer to since the dawn of time.... Continue Reading →
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 →
The Gin Shelf 
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