You may remember I’ve written about a place called Stowmarket before.
It’s about 40 miles East of Cambridge and it’s one of those places no one ever actually goes to. You either live there or you’re passing through it.
And the only reasons you’d live there are… Keep Reading…
Aside from trashed orchards, levelled trees, and power outages, there’s another, less-obvious thing I find intensely annoying about Utterly Awful Weather: sometimes it gets so bad it stops me going out on Heidi for my daily two-wheeled constitutional.
Just the odd day here and there is no big deal, but just lately things have been so spectacularly awful I’ve been kept in for days at a time. And when I miss exercise for more than a couple of days I get positively premenstrual, if you know what I mean.
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One of the consequences of living no more than a couple of miles from the southern Atlantic coast of Ireland means we get to experience some pretty awesome weather.
And yesterday we were treated to a rare old blow — to the extent it brought down several of the large pines behind the house and Officially Trashed the orchard in the process (always one to look on the bright side, I am rubbing my hands together and chortling with glee at the prospect of getting a chainsaw and spending a weekend Cutting Shit Up).
But as if the demise of the orchard wasn’t bad enough, the storm also took out the power which meant no heating, no lights, no cooking, and no cuppa.
Worse… Keep Reading…
Last night I nearly died.
First time I nearly died in the same fashion was some 35 years ago, in 1979. The occasion this time was that of going to the cinema to see one of a season of “banned films” showing at the local film club.
And showing last night was… Keep Reading…
Here’s my take on immigrants… Keep Reading…