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…”