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My hands are still black with paint. I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed but still I look like I have some weird black spot disease. On Sunday I painted the final bits of the replacement wood for the garage. I then turned my hand to painting gate posts. I even affixed a sign that said WET…
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Some pictures for you today. This yellow stuff (rapeseed) seems to be everywhere in England (well in the parts I’ve been in the last 2 weeks at least) this year. It fucking stinks. Looks pretty seeing farm buildings in a sea of yellow flower but it doesn’t half stink. I suspect there is going to…
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Went for a meal at the Navigation in Calder Grove last night. If ever Gordon Ramsey needed to visit a place its that place. Because having some sweary ex-footballer chef on the premises might actually improve it. To be fair, we had been there before and had a lovely meal. We had a lovely carvery…
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I never learn really. I think I’m a good judge of character then “bam!” someone does something out of their assumed character which surprises me. Sometimes it’s nothing major and often it doesn’t really bother me but nestles in the back of my mind like a bad memory that rots its way into other memories.…
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The Belgians! I’ve never stole sausages from a supermarket though I once pinched a little rubber ring that holds a face mask to a snorkel from a French Hypermarché and had 8 years of conscience nag. Think that’s the only time I’ve ever nicked anything really. Oh apart from when I whizzed some of Neil…
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The Compostual Existentialist 