I suppose you people are wanting a drink. With the rise of UKIP, fundamentalist wars going on, and ebola creeping ever nearer to our shores, we are going to batten down the hatches. So once you’re in the bunker today, … Continue reading
I won’t be serving a second round today as I’ll be on my way to Aston for the NCT conference, featuring Ben Goldacre as a keynote speaker, and me running a workshop that I haven’t really planned yet. I also … Continue reading
Today the bar has a well-padded floor, resembling nothing so much as a mattress. Pete programmed ubotka to provide an appropriate setting for a pyjama party, and then we had to go in and remove all the satin bedding, which … Continue reading
It’s a pyjama party!!!
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
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
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
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