September 26, 2014
Bar’s Open
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It’s a pyjama party!!!
Category Archives: Goo
September 22, 2014
Fusspot
Sophia wants me to tell you that she doesn’t like brown bread. Who’s Sophia? She sits next to me at lunch and she says she really, really doesn’t like brown bread. But you’re not giving your sandwiches to Sophia, are … Continue reading
September 12, 2014
Indian Summer
There’s a mellow stillness in Jardin Uborka this evening, broken only by the lazy chatter of our guests who are mainly rocking in hammocks or reclining on steamer chairs. Ubotka has had caterpillar treads fitted to hus wheels to enable … Continue reading
Bar’s Open
Welcome back! It’s the start of term, but I think we do too many parenthood themes; and nudity never goes down well either. I’ve got a post-run migraine at the moment (the aura has gone, just the headache stage now), … Continue reading
September 10, 2014
We’ll eat you up, we love you so
My feelings about this whole referendum thing are purely that: feelings. Since I have no actual dog in this fight, my brain has not retained much in the way of economic arguments for or against Scottish Independence. I started off … Continue reading
August 13, 2014
Addicted to plucking
A year ago, I started a beard. It was a holiday beard, the kind of beard that you grow because you’re off work for a fortnight. But at the end of the fortnight we all agreed that, with a small … Continue reading
August 8, 2014
Bar’s Open
This will be the final cocktail hour of the hummer solidays, as the Uborka Clan is heading off to France next Friday. This afternoon we are celebrating the work of the Reverend Spooner, known for getting his turds in a … Continue reading
August 1, 2014
Old Skool Rulez
The one thing old school bloggers like to do more than navel-gazing and writing in-depth music reviews, is to nostalge. That’s a verb, right? Or if not, I’m allowed to verb it, right? This afternoon’s cocktail hour is, of course, … Continue reading