A Minor Problem

I swear that we were civilised earlier in the day. Scones, tea and photos with the grandparents. It's the red carpet that brought out the worst in everyone. Or it could have been the fact that everyone was drinking at midday. That time slot is usually reserved for alcoholics but we booked it for our … Continue reading A Minor Problem


Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators

Now that I have signed my soul away to the devil and become an active blogger [ from my own volition, may I add ]. I've just decided to do something nice and relaxed today while I listen to some mellow jazz. I swear I'm not fifty years old. What's wrong with liking some Brubeck? … Continue reading Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators