No, not an irrational fear of a certain model of crap car, but slang for drinkytime. The inimitable Doctor Pockless is trying to keep his fear of the lesser spotted belfry bat at bay with small, but regular doses of … Continue reading
Karen’s away, and because I still haven’t learned to fear sending random emails late on a Thursday afternoon, I’ve been lumbered volunteered to be the barman today. Drinks orders can be placed in the comments box below, and your theme … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of days, about what do I actually fear? I’m not really any closer to a valid conclusion, but there are a few things on the list. Number One still has to be … Continue reading
Fear – it’s one of those funny things where sometimes no-one else can understand what it is you’re afraid of. Fear doesn’t get on well with logic – of course, when they’re not talking at all, it becomes a phobia, … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to think of something that rhymes, But it turns out, I’ve just not had the time.
Well, I’m kind of stuffed when it comes to writing about insect life. I’ve never really had traumatic experiences with beetles, or been abused by ants. (That’s not true, actually – all three of the houses I’ve had in Manchester … Continue reading
Well, for me there’s still really only one perfect song for the UborCD. You always were the one to show me how Back then I couldn’t do the things that I can do now This thing is slowly taking me … Continue reading
And that’s it for the week. It’s been interesting – but as of tomorrow we’re going to instead see Uborka covered in pink fluffy bunnies, red velvet hearts, and shedloads of cloying flowers. Yes, from the cellars of Lyle and … Continue reading