Given that the UK’s decision to leave the European Union is not only one of the most significant political decisions made in this country in the last 70 or so years, but also about the *only* thing anybody’s been talking
That was 2018, eh? Doesn’t feel like we’re in the future, but we sure ain’t in Kansas…
So, in addition to watching a shitload of telly in 2018 – I figured since there’s no way I’m ever gonna get round to blogging about things I’d done individually, the next best thing would be to make a list…
The more a thing stays the same, the less it changes.
There’s some roadworks going on in Bristol. (that’s hardly a keen & newsworthy observation) Specifically, right in front of Bristol Temple Meads station. You can’t possibly miss them – any new arrival to Bristol via train is immediately greeted with
Hellooooooooo, Fresh!
Right, so this is going to sound like an advert. But it ain’t. I can honestly put my hand on heart and say that Hello Fresh has landed a huge boon right in our kitchen. For those not in the
We come from the land of the ice and snow. Well, we’re trying to get out of it, anway.
A bunch of us went to Campbeltown for a few days to celebrate an approximation of 2 chums’ 40th birthdays, and it was excellent. And I very well may scratch out a report on that in due course. But the
Mum’s Trip
In July 2015 my Mum was scheduled to fly over from Adelaide and stay with us here in Bristol for a couple of months, because it’s nice to get away – especially in winter. In May 2015 one morning I
So the thing is, we’ve been really busy!
2015 has been interesting for me – it felt like I didn’t have much at all in the way of spare time or spare money with which to do stuff. That’s not to say that we didn’t have any fun,
A great man
My Dad passed away on November 7th following a short and fairly unexpected battle with cancer. We had his funeral on Friday the 14th and though we’re all sad that he’s gone, everyone’s been saying that they thought it was
Let’s raise a glass to The Gunmakers
Saturday September 6th 2014 was an important day. I was away at Maltstock in The Netherlands (one of the best whisky festivals on the planet), but my mind was frequently on a little back-street pub in Clerkenwell – The Gunmakers.
Pete the Conk(eror)
In Soho, the walls have noses. I’d heard a few times from cab drivers and London trivia goons about there being a nose in Admiralty Arch, and that – for example – as part of The Knowledge exams that cab