I’m gutted. When I went looking for my crimpolene safari suit, I was told it’d been burned. While I fear for the baby crimpols whose lives will be sacrificed in the name of bad taste (Thanks Billy) for the replacement, there is nothing I could have done for the original. It took seconds to melt […]Read more "Someone burnt my safari suit…"
It’s no secret that there’s no secret to successful relationships. Keeping the emotional credit good with the wife is, for me anyway, not that difficult really. You don’t even have to understand the great mystery that is ‘woman’. If there is one of course. When I told someone my theory recently they told me I […]Read more "the secret is there is no secret…"
My Icelandic friend. I think I can call him that, he’s the only one I have of the icelandic persuasion anyways, and we get on well enough to warrant me calling him a friend – we’ve bought each other beer on a number of occasions. Here, I’m getting away from my point. He’s a very […]Read more "Postcards"