I apologise about the quality. I’m still getting to grips with my new camera phone.
Emley Moor mast
Emley Moor MastIt’s like a giant willy! Piercing the sky, broadcasting it’s signal far and wideThe Bottom
View! View! Look how far you can see!
This is Yorkshire. Thirty years ago all that would have been coal mines
Gnomepants Manor. Yeah right! I wish
There is something sexual about canal boats entering a tunnel.
Here there be trains
In Yorkshire, even the sheep are made of steel.
All high streets in England look like this. Honest.
Essential for making a good rissoto.
Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine.
And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.
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