What with the potato triffid and now my gladioli, I was thinking that I was possibly the reincarnation of Percy Thrower. If I indeed am then Percy Thrower was probably an actor employed by Blue Peter to look jolly and point at plants, he was a shit gardener. The potato triffid looks at me as I [...]
Read More…Roald Dahl in his bestest book the BFG wrote about The Witching Hour. The time when the giants come to eat kids (or give them dreams), at around midnight. This used to fascinate me totally when I was about five. But now I’m 25 and I’m afraid that midnight is indoctrinated into my evening’s now. and [...]
Read More…As ever I’m a bit skinty. Today’s trip to Sainsbury’s was to be an exercise in as buying as much for as little as possible. But also an exercise in buying fruit and veg as I’m feeling quite ill and unhealthy. If you’re skint then you, like me, will have probably trained your eyes to look out [...]
Read More…Getting up for work this morning (slightly late as ever) I heard the friendly chatter of workmen outside my window, this is not really a rare occurrence as there’s usually someone doing something somewhere and the way the whole estate thingy is built sound seems to travel quite well. It is only as I am stood [...]
Read More…I just haven’t stopped eating today. I woke up this morning and had a bowl of muesli that I did buy yesterday. Then about an hour later I attempted the meal I should never attempt. The boiled egg, every time since living in London that I have attempted a boiled egg it had gone horribly horribly wrong. I [...]
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