And lo, the time to serve drinkage is upon us. Be afraid, be very afraid. While I remember, Asta, the doilies were made from shredded sanitary towels. As Always, be very thankful it wasn’t used ones, but I went with … Continue reading
It’s 1976 and some of us aren’t even born yet. Dr Pockless and I are eating 6p portions of chips on the promenade at Filey, with our feet cooling in the boating pond and no idea where our parents are. … Continue reading
We’re in the middle of a heatwave. It’s the last day of term. These are the kind of summer holidays Bernard will remember. Drinks today will be long and cool, accompanied by rock pools to cool your feet in. Look … Continue reading
Hellloooooooooooooo Uborka! It’s lovely to be here on this sunny afternoon with such a beautiful looking crowd. Rather like a blogmeet, this is a gathering of seedy-looking types who know each other a bit but might have mixed you up … Continue reading
To launch Pete on his merry music project, we are having Rock Star cocktails today. Who are you going to be?
It’s a warm and still afternoon. Beams of sunlight from high windows spotlight the desks. The only sound is the turning of pages and occasional surreptitious slurps of cocktails, which of course should not be in the library. What a … Continue reading
We’ve been a bit quiet this week. Kind of like a library. You can have your drink if you tell us what book you will donate to the Uborka library, and why.
Ladies and gentlemen, please take your pews in the Church of Uborka, for a service celebrating faith, which is officially defined in your prayer books as the triumph of hope over rational thought. One of the main tenets of Uborkanism … Continue reading