Monthly Archives: February 2011

A new reason for not going out

I went to a pub tonight. 6.30 – 7.30, too early for the good folk to be pissed, and twice, twice within this hour I got asked if I was this guy. The first lot even showed me a picture … Continue reading

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While I waited for Dylan

I was standing by a factory tapping my feet in a puddle and looking down at my reflection tonight while Dylan refused to budge from sniffing a most compelling piece of wall. The smell of the factory in combination with … Continue reading

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The bass player in the house band

When we were Manx as per the post of a few days ago there was a house band that played several nights a week in the ballroom of the pleasure gardens. It was 1976. They were a four piece who … Continue reading

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Meet Mitch (and Ruby) from Evesham Greyhound and Lurcher Rescue (originally)

A new poster came in on the About tag today, Sarah, who wrote a rather sharp ‘potted Walking Ollie’ as posted below along with pictures of her heroes. Her vivid pen portrait bought the original Ollie himself swimming back to … Continue reading

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But what would it be like with seared polenta?

I was down on my knees today examining jars of honey when I saw this. The last time I had it was in 1903 when my Granny served it to me with warm milk and three sugars. I always wondered … Continue reading

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Strung out like the washing

Is one of my favourite racing expressions, it’s used to describe a line of horses separated by many lengths as they head (usually wearily if this term is applied) towards the lollipop. I see this sight once a week in … Continue reading

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Late

Mum is still in; should be out tomorrow – am over for the match v Sunderland; update on Sunday. Mark Rothko # 14. Life is simple and messy and pure, J.D. Nielsen

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