Merry Christmas, Mister George

Do you remember that film, Merry Christmas Mister Lawrence? Where David Bowie gets buried up to his neck in sand at the end? The one with the brilliant theme tune? That’s what dealing with planning applications feels like. Although perhaps I shouldn’t be bullying the planning officers et al quite so much. As Badger remindsContinue reading “Merry Christmas, Mister George”

It’s that most ? time of the year…

And so this is Christmas, and what have we done? Well, for a start we’ve voted Boris in. Apart from that, we haven’t done much, at least, not anything Christmassy. Have you done anything for Christmas? I haven’t. It occurred to me earlier, looking at the frost on the ground, and it looking all festive,Continue reading “It’s that most ? time of the year…”

The First Post. Not the Last…

Can we close the circus, and open the club? — Brian Potter. Anyone who has been here before will know that I’ve edited this bit. Life has changed just too much. I’m still annoyed a lot, just by different things. As Blackadder once said, “If you can’t laugh what can you do – take upContinue reading “The First Post. Not the Last…”