News and Rants

My daughter’s in her early teens. She says, “Dad, kids just aren’t practical like you. They just don’t do that making stuff anymore. I bet most of them in my class couldn’t even strike a match.” I was at a loss with that comment. I thought she was at a...

Evening meal over, all washed up, tidied away. Stuffed and wasting in front of the TV, feet up, fire on. Newsflash! Amazingly it’s a good newsflash, just for once, with a reason to celebrate this very evening. The now extremely suddenly ex-prince Andrew, getting his partial, long overdue, comeuppance. Partial,...

Nottingham sits alongside the River Trent. Once known for Raleigh bicycles, Players fags, guns, both making and shooting of, willy nilly (apparently, though I don’t believe the hype), coal mining, Trent Bridge cricket ground for all the willow lickers, world class lace manufacture, some twat known as Robin Hood –...

I was sat in Tombstone, doom scrolling, as there’s not much else to do in this fucked up mental post-Covid war torn over heating world, presided over by a fat orange twat and his loopy mates, or indeed in my shop. I’ll save all that for another cheery episode. I...

Electric guitar tone wood – a myth, complete tosh. Believed by those who have bought in to it, probably at great expense. Bit of a sweeping statement. An electric guitar works on basic electro-magnetic principals, school boy physics. No amount of vibrating wood is going to add anything positive to...