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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
In League.
Sorry about the lack of postings, I am beset by illness, difficulty, family problems and now the domestic appliances have joined in. You know how it is when you go down during the night, hoping for an aspirin, a drink … Continue reading
Die fart with a vegetable.
Silence, a dark street. We hear the sounds of panting, a heart banging and the urgent beating of running feet. The hero flashes on to the screen. He is middle aged, thickish round the middle and clad in jogging bottoms … Continue reading
Middle aged vampires. The beginning. 3 So long suck up.
Just to keep you updated, if your memory is not what it was (though how you would know such a thing no one has ever explained to my satisfaction – as far as I can remember) and to fill in … Continue reading
Middle aged vampires. The beginning.
2. Desiccated to the one I love. The situation so far: Vlad, a vampire, intends to kill Gladys, a wife, with oatmeal, a desiccant, in the kitchen, a room. We left them standing in the kitchen, still a room, with … Continue reading
Middle aged vampires–the beginning.
There has been some talk on a forum I frequent about drying flowers in a desiccant. I was insistent that silica gel is the one of choice because I remember doing it years ago. Eventually after some argy bargy about … Continue reading
People who bought this also bought a loaf of bread.
Adverts on Tinternet for things you didn’t sign up for drive me nuts. Not just a bar snack size bag of peanuts but a green suppliers cardboard waist-high barrel of mixed unsalted produce of several countries with a good three … Continue reading
Again!
I used to think Paul Mc was really bright. I used to watch pop videos starring him and think ‘Cor! Look at the intelligence shining out there. How terribly fanciable is that?’ Because I’ve always been attracted by really big … Continue reading
Never throwing anything away.
As I was an austerity baby and fairly poor most of my adult life, hobbies have often been about making something out of nothing. During the last recession we used to joke that the recession hadn’t bothered us because we … Continue reading
Mature and tired.
I’m so tired I feel silly. It’s not just that I’m working 18 hour days, though I am. I have fired, emptied and grit scrubbed solidly for the last four days without stopping except to snack on the hoof and … Continue reading
Verging on the vestal.
“A vest! A vest! My kingdom for a vest!” is something nobody ever said. Apart from being ludicrous, the utterance fails to stir the blood as the subject, ever close to our hearts when worn, touches us not. Had Mr … Continue reading