The 6pm Eye Situation
At around six o’clock every evening, my eyes decide to fill with grit. Nothing dramatic, just a steady trickle, as though a junior apprentice sand...
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2025
Beaten By a Curtain Pole
Curtain poles, those ones you install yourself to hang curtains from? Vicious bastards. The lot of them. Mary and I decided we would put a...
An Alien In The Office
There comes a time in every man’s career when he glances around the meeting room, looks at the faces staring into their Google Chat notifications,...
Definitely Not Certain
My blog had a go and me today (It did, honestly). I decided to move to a platform where I don’t have to do the...
The Drabble Effect
There is another thing this blog is not happy about. How do I know? You’ll see in— “You’re right! Not happy at all!” “Erm, why?”...
Who Nicked The Sea?
I was thinking we were at the coast. With a beach. And the sea. We found the beach. Not hard. This was Weston Super-Mare. Miles...
Where Did All The Lights Go?
I stepped out of the front door before dawn and immediately noticed two things about the daylight. First, it wasn’t there. Second, if it was,...
The Tuesday Blues
Tuesday, 26th August, 2025. Overcast. Of course it's bloody overcast. The sky has apparently confused itself with a dirty blanket, which is fitting as I...
Sand Up Your Bum
I sat down to write and there was a bag of ready mix in my shorts. This is one of the perils of a trip...
The Great Public Convenience Conspiracy
There is a peculiar panic known only to those brave enough to enter a public convenience. It begins the moment you notice the cubicle lock...
Blogging Like An Old Mower
I’ve decided to start a new blog. An interesting concept when you think about it. Because the “starting” element makes it sound like my blog...
Confessions Of a Cereal Killer
Breakfast for me is toast. Lashings of butter. (I always worry I might die of butter poisoning, but still.) Jam like it's going out of...
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