News and Rants

People say I’m too negative, especially about the city we live in. Luddite tendencies, anti-social, not a people person – who me? Shouldn’t be allowed to run a shop, mix with the public. “In fact, has he got one of those police check certificate things, miserable git?” they collectively mutter....

Seems the humble three pin plug figures highly at the moment. Fiddling about in the workshop, making up a bunch of deadly trip hazard extension leads, to trail across the floor like a rat’s nest, or rather snake’s nest (do they make nests? I’m sure they do) of demented bright...

It seems never-ending. Continuous harassment. Today a bloke phoned up. Now that was a bad enough experience just on its own. Unnerving jangle, then, “Andy? It’s Keith” …… Long silence, caffeine kicks in, “Sorry, Keith who?” “Me, Keith, Keith, you know. You set up my Strat’ two years ago. Keith....

When I was a kid in the late ‘60’s, me mam, to use the colloquial term, would often send me to the local shops, about a ten minute walk away, over a main road. I was aged around six – nobody ever thought anything of such a task for a...

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...