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The cat committee would like it to be known that, as 2024 was exceptionally horrible for all, 2025 will be an improvement. At least, that is, if they get extra skritches, treats and hot box before it is house humans time to return to work on Thursday.
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Now an annual tradition, at D&D last night our esteemed host Mark put on a fine spread of haggis, neeps and tatties. Haggis, as you know are small tartan coloured animals that roam free in the rugged highlands of the North. Their little nasal wails and toots can be heard across the mountains from many
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I asked an AI text generator to create a short monologue called “Cottage Pie for One” in the style of Alan Bennett. This is the result: As I stand alone in my tiny, dimly lit kitchenette, surrounded by the mundane aromas of a bygone era, I find solace in my comforting ritual of making cottage
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![Picture of the Day: Holy Well, Southam, Warwickshire [2010]](https://stegzy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/imag0130.jpg?w=450&h=450&crop=1)
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that the area I now live in has some curious and ancient locations. One such location is the Holy Well near Southam in Warwickshire. An ancient site where once pilgrims from all over visited in their legion, to bathe and be blessed by powerful earth magic and perform ancient rituals.
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![Picture of the Day: Walking Along [Braich-y-Pwl, Aberdaron, 2018]](https://stegzy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/img_7786.jpg?w=450&h=450&crop=1)
I’ve always liked a good stroll by the seaside and there’s one place long term readers will remember I like most of all. Not been there in years. This photo is potentially from my last visit in the pre-covid era of 2018 of me walking along the cliff edge at Braich-y-Pwl near Aberdaron. A beautiful
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1984 – a time before internet. A time before social media and mobile phones. A simple time. The government assault on the city of Liverpool had cut deep on employment prospects for the youth and civil unrest amidst the bleakness had raised its head in the form of riots only a few years earlier. Abandoned
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2020 was a weird year for all of us. Moreover it was a time when a book I read as an impressionable child warned of comets and them being harbingers of doom, woe and U2 albums. The book, Comet Catastrophe by Roger Sutherland (available from Amazon here), talks about how whenever theres a comet, human
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Back in the olden times, like way back, before even 1998 — we’re talking the 17somethings — salt, the stuff you might sprinkle liberally on your chips, was a valuable commodity with a similar value to iPhones, though mostly only because of the high taxes imposed on it by wigged gentlefolk in London. Often people
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Last time I wrote about the end of social media was in November 2022 . I say wrote, in effect I shouted into a dark room and nobody heard me because of all the other people shouting into the dark room. At the time Elon Musk had begun his terminal fiddling with the Twitter platform
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![Picture of the Day: City of Badeggs [2017]](https://stegzy.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2023/06/img_2352.jpg?w=450&h=450&crop=1)
Today in 2017, Mrs Gnomepants V2.0 and I embarked on a day trip by boat from Pula in Croatia (where we were on holiday) to the lovely, but slightly fusty smelling city of Venice. Venice was always one of those “be nice to go one day perhaps but no worries if I don’t make it”
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