The year is 2028. Boris sits behind his desk and solemnly announces that he has no choice but to declare a 17th national lockdown. He reassures us that if everyone follows the rules then the end is in sight.4 January … Continue reading
We have reached 2020, that strange year which was only two years ago but it feels like ten. So far my New Years Resolution to eat lots of raisins is going terribly. While I ate plenty of raisins in the … Continue reading
Welcome back! The years are disappearing under our wheels like an ice lolly in the sun. I have a problem. A fresh cup of tea and a cat on my lap, when I need to leave the house in ten … Continue reading
Welcome back! We continue to make inexorable forward progress through the years until we catch up with the current day. We’ve bought a new keyboard. Bernard is currently exploring the higher-numbered voices, and I can’t help but be reminded of … Continue reading
Welcome to 2017, and it’s clear that I’m in a retrospective mood. I’ve been in one of those nostalgia mires all week. It’s starting to get a little wearing.5 January 2017 There’s a 90% chance of a cathartic nostalgia blog … Continue reading
2016 gets off to a wonderful start with one of those tweets that hints that there must be more to this than meets the eye. You know how funny it is to repeat everything someone says? It’s even funnier if … Continue reading
You may recall in December 2014, there was some discussion of a “real” Christmas tree. Well, that saga had one more element to deliver: This morning was the first time I’ve had to hack a Christmas tree into thirds. Innocence … Continue reading
The first tweet in the previous instalment was cat-related, and so is this one. My fucking cat with the fucking “mrow” and the fucking scrit scrit scrit and the fucking everything else.4 January 2014 She was a lovely cat really, … Continue reading