Reg Crumplethwaite And The Custard Catastrophe
Reg had only meant to detect biscuits.Ā That was the whole point of the machine. A simple rig ā three coat hangers, a moped battery,...
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2025
Ordinary Places - Issue 1
I was in London, camera in hand, wandering the backstreets of Waterloo. Mary was happyāshe loves discovering places that arenāt full of tourists. And I...
A Hair-Raising Experience
During the Great Indoors Periodā¢ (aka lockdown), I had a problem. My hair had gone rogue. It no longer resembled a haircut. It was more...
Tell Me a Story
There I was, typing words, lots of words about life, photography and biscuits.Ā Never once did I think that I was doing something that would...
Iāll Never Be An Artist
I like trying new things. So one day, I decided to take up watercolour painting. It was one of those decisions you regret long after...
The Teaspoon Incident
Now that Barnaby Blathers no longer walked sideways, he thought life was fine. Until, the revolt in his teaspoon drawer.Ā He got up one morning,...
The Perils of Winging It In Non-Fiction
Right, so, āpantsingā.Ā Not the sort of pantsing that involves, shall we say, a sudden and unwelcome exposure of your nether regions.Ā No, no, weāre...
Barnaby And The Sideways Walk
Mr Barnaby Blathers needed a license to walk forward, which was the most ridiculous thing heād heard since theyād banned walking backward on Tuesdays. He...
Another Routine Appointment That Wasnāt
It was time for my winter flu injection. Iām proud to say Iāve reached the age where I now get āthe jabā for free ā...
Ageing Sucks - Part 1
I stood on our weighing scales and they groaned in pain. āGreat,ā I thought. āEven the scales think Iām a fat bugger.ā I went downstairs...
Talking To The Birds
I wandered out into my garden because my head was spinning with problems. And they were the sort of problems that are a problem.Ā There...
Journalling The Hard Way
Keeping a journal is supposed to be therapeutic. Mine has become my most challenging relationship. I know, right? How does keeping a journal become a...
The Empire Strikes a Match
I was stood quietly, washing the dishes. And let me clear: I wasnāt thinking about anything in particular. Certainly not about galaxies far, far away.Ā ...
Blogging Tips #3 - The Consistent Consistency of Being Consistent
Hello, fellow scribblers, typers, and digital ink-spillers.Ā Today I wish to talk about consistency. Not the sort you find in porridge (lumpy), nor the sort...
Write Like Your Shed Is On Fire
If youāre reading this, congratulations! You have survived another day without your shed spontaneously combusting. But what if it did? What if, as you sat...
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The Day I Was Nearly Eaten By A Confused Shark
It was either a shark or a dolphin. Iām going with a sharkā¦ I went swimming off Ryde. Because the tide was in, the water...
Reading Out Loud
I wandered out into the garden with my latest blog post open on my phone screen.Ā I started reading it out loud.Ā āShaddap will ya?...
A Brief Collapse Over Chips
We were on holiday on the Isle of Wight. A place Iāve loved since I was a child. Mary and I are walkers. We cover...
Blogging Tips #2 - Clarity
I need to be clear about this.Ā You could write the most glorious blog post ever, a vibrant tapestry woven with rich colours and intricate...
The Great Newsletter Fail
Iām a good writer, me. I should be, Iāve been doing it for years.Ā So, it wasnāt a massive leap for me to realise I...
