The Old Metalhead Ah, Thursdays. I like ‘em when they happen to be the last working day of the week. Mary and I are off on our travels... October 1st, 2026 Essays
30th September — Hitting The Roof I didn’t so much wake up as merely open my eyes. It had been a night where sleep and me had a disagreement along the... September 30th, 2026 Essays
The Inevitable Entropy Of Elbows There is a bloke I met down the local cafe — and no, I shan't tell you cafe, there being more cafes in Coventry than... September 30th, 2026 Essays
28th September — The Work I woke up and the world was grey inside as well as out. The sky over Coventry had the look of a weather system that... September 28th, 2026 Essays
Decidedly Indecisive It was brought painfully to my attention, via the medium of a dust-covered calendar that had spent several seasons attempting to camouflage itself as part... September 28th, 2026 Essays
Old Habits Saturday morning. I’m sitting having a brew with Mary, planning our day and discussing what’s on. Old habits. I got most of mine back in... September 26th, 2026 Essays
Ageing Sucks Friday morning and the sun’s out. Me and Mary had a brew. And now I’m typing out a thought or two. Ageing, right? It’s shit.... September 25th, 2026 Essays
The Lost Art of Conversation We went for a brew in a local cafe the other day. Which prompted this piece. The experience felt strange compared to sitting in a... September 24th, 2026 Essays
You’re Holding The Hammer Hump day and all that. Middle of the week, it’s still warm, and the sky is blue. I’ll tell you what else is warm, the... September 23rd, 2026 Essays
The Rules of Engagement Monday lunchtime and we are back after our walk. A nice day for it. But our city is showing signs of wear. And it has... September 22nd, 2026 Essays
Tapping The Plastic Squares Friday lunchtime and the house is quiet. I’ve got a mug of tea and an idea. Those plastic squares are getting a good tapping. The... September 19th, 2026 Essays
The Novel I'm sitting here on a Wednesday evening, tapping the plastic squares. The television is off. Nowt good on, the noise annoyed me. Then, while I... September 16th, 2026 Essays
The Room Inspection Deepcut barracks, June 1984. Around 6:30am and the barrack room had lads tearing around trying to get squared away. The room inspection would happen. And... September 16th, 2026 Essays
Waste Not, Want Not Another bloody bin. We had three for a long time in Coventry. Now there are four. Collections of food waste in the new bins we... September 15th, 2026 Essays
Blogging - The Silence There I was, checking the stats for my blog. Like a man with nothing better to do. I had a lot of things I could... September 15th, 2026 Essays
Creaking Through The Years I’ve got remote meetings via Google Meet in the morning. And I’ll sit down for it. My desk does let me stand, but I’ll sit.... September 14th, 2026 Essays
Taking The Jacket Off Kettle is on, Mary is watching the TV, and I'm here, writing this. Something I’ve done day in, day out for years. Darkness is rolling... September 14th, 2026 Essays
