Better than this…

I walk a lot. I mean, I walk an awful lot. I’m always out and about, I see the subtle changes in the World around me like a super slow zoetrope. I notice things and remark upon them internally. I sometime wonder what a printout of my mind would look like. It’d be a waste […]


On those very rare occasions when I turn on the TV, I scan through the channels for something, anything that won’t annoy the utter drizzle out of me and I settle down to enjoy a brief snatch of light and colour. And then…the adverts come on and I’m sent pell-mell into a world of calamitous […]


As one skims through life, you find yourself in the company of people who you might not immediately choose as a friend. Through school, work and generally knocking about in your own merry way, you discover that you are not the only nutcase in town and for me, I discovered that in the form of […]


OK, here I am, back at home after attempting to sort out IT issues for the elderly. During this time, an old chap with a difficult Scottish accent and a weird odour, talked about how he likes to collect pictures of people he knew that are now dead.  He informed me that it “is not […]

On the Buses.

I can’t watch “On the Buses” and enjoy it anymore. I remember that I liked it when I was very young but as time has gone by, it seems to have dated so disastrously that it actually makes me feel a bit ill. The lecherous bus crew, the militaristic Inspector, lost now that his national […]

The King of Comfort.

A true story from 2005. I wrote this immediately after the least terrifying incident that I’ve ever been involved in. Let me take you back to a less innocent time…   So what happened? Well, I climbed into poor little Dave Potten’s car with an admonishment to him that he ought to drive carefully with […]

Draining activities.

Recently, a young chap put out a call for help online. He’d dropped his car key down the drain outside of the launderette and was desperate to retrieve it before his girlfriend found out and he’d have to pay a fortune to get it replaced. I answered his Facebook distress signal, mainly because it sounded […]