Tag Archives: Norwich

I’ve been meaning to say for quite some while

Posted on May 6, 2011 by

If you’re ever round this way you can get a bowl of mushy peas for your lunch at Norwich market. With or without mint sauce, plus a hunk of bread for mopping up.

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A sign

Posted on April 22, 2011 by

We had our traditional Good Friday walk with Philip (*say Hello to all boi) and Diddley this morning and afterwards I stopped off for a macchiato at a different cafe to my usual (which was shut for Good Friday) and … Continue reading →

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Hang the DJ

Posted on November 25, 2010 by

Tonight, pop pickers, I’ll be standing in for Ian Johnson on ‘Ian and Rosie at Home’ on Future FM, a Norwich community radio station. I don’t know what Ian’s doing but he can’t be there. The usual format of the … Continue reading →

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DOR15 8

Posted on August 19, 2010 by

My favourite car in Norwich, and possibly the world, is a Ford Capri driven by an elderly lady in a blue rinse/possible wig type affair. It’s not the sort of car one associates with that age group; my guess would … Continue reading →

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Car park update

Posted on August 13, 2010 by

Verdict of murder returned by jury in less than 2 hours; sentence: minimum thirty years. The blog was never too worried about alleged Contempt of Court in this instance.

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After the rain

Posted on June 9, 2010 by
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In Norwich II

Posted on March 25, 2010 by

So I start the walk this morning and before we’ve got going we’re approached by an elderly couple with a curly haired dog, perhaps a Labradoodle. ‘Is that a Saluki?’ the woman asks. ‘Yes,’ I say. Then there’s a bit … Continue reading →

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In Norwich

Posted on March 24, 2010 by

The Bird Feeder All winter, at dusk, there’s just me and this man down by the lake. I am finishing my walk or run with Dylan, he is arriving with a carrier bag of bread to feed the swans and … Continue reading →

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Esprit de l’escalier

Posted on March 1, 2010 by

This is one of my favourite expressions, one that encapsulates an all too familiar experience: it means to think of a witty and incisive remark or retort after the opportunity to use it has passed. The literal translation from the … Continue reading →

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Two-for-one special by request

Posted on December 22, 2009 by

Makemeadiva from On wishes and horses wanted to see Hendrix, and I know that Old Stokie is missing the rectangles. If we were entirely honest we were expecting something more Classic Rock God Pose With Guitar from this one. Along … Continue reading →

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