It’s night in the big city. Down by the point a foghorn blows. A phone rings, clearing the fog.
“It’s Bob.”
“Good to hear you. What's up?”
“I need a hand.”
“Sure. Ask.”
“You were at the Geneva gig, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You know how we always monitor the audience, see what’s happening out th...
A Yorkshire on which it never rains. A Women’s Institute peopled by the likes of Julie Waters, Helen Mirren and Celia Imrie. Men who are gruff and taciturn but not grumpy. A story about pluck in the face of adversity and the value of true friendship. What’s not to like about Calendar Girls?
My r...
Start: 95.4 Last week: 89.7 This week: 88.8
Tuesday 24 April: skipped a week, numerically, because although I did weigh myself I didn’t want to crash in on the Moroccan narrative. Still hovering around the same old figures, which is not surprising as I have been eating enough. No sense of depriva...
It was with a little whoop of recognition that I read about rapeX, "the world's 1st and only anti-rape condom". The company's FAQ is down as I write, "due to public demand" but from what I can gather it is a toothed "female condom" that clamps down on any intromitted organ, forcing the owner of t...
Inexplicably, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan and John Prine turned up in my Shared Downloads folder doing You Are My Sunshine.
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Neato-burrito. And if that doesn’t improve your day, nothing will. But although I searched in all the usual places I couldn’t find...