Away weekend. We were the New Labour new ruling elite, young, and enthusiastic. I was one of the few left over from 1994-98, with an (unfair) reputation for being a Maverick, Loose Cannon, Loony Lefty, Trot, Trouble Maker. Many of … Continue reading →

Between volunteering for, and beginning, this stint I thought I ought to do my homework, and find out the meaning of Ubi. By pressing that magic google button, I found an ubiquitous Software/Games firm but also a few other clues. … Continue reading →

The village we live in at weekends has a curious layout. Sited on a sharply rising hill, the streets are arranged in a broadly circular fashion, with spokes running off at various angles. Posher houses towards the top, more affordable … Continue reading →

It was just a normal week night. The evening was taken up with a Council meeting. Or was it Labour Group? Afterwards to the Fridge Bar – next to the Town Hall, and with a three am licence. Most people … Continue reading →

Hello Uborka people. Borks? Cucumber lovers? Whatever! I’m guesting this week with the divine Troubled Diva. I’m honoured, and nervous, and it’s like playing tennis with Martina Navratilova. Now I’m off to look for inspiration. Plants and cuddly toys. Yeah, … Continue reading →

I went and saw Troy last night and came out feeling well pleased. Is it a great movie? No. Did it make me feel any emotion other than ‘That was pretty damned cool.’? Again, no. But boy, did I have … Continue reading →

Well, it seems my blogging partner has fled with all the weapons, leaving me dressed in a now-sequinless jumpsuit (I get nervous, I start picking at them) and hand-cuffed to a tree in the blogging wilderness, so it is up … Continue reading →

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