“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
FACT coming from here. Where I am. The locals are all jumping ship to work on the new Viking pipeline. Apparently they pay GOOD wages. Viking B. East Lindsey – where I live and where Theddlethorpe lies – is being ploughed and dug to lay all these new VIKING power lines. SMH. These bloody Vikings […]
I’m gonna be bombed in an hour or so. It’s P off early, tomorrow is Saturday day. Heyho. The weekend starts there :o) I first came across Tom (a Scot/Angle like me) through Wallander. He was relatively unknown until he played Magnus. I loved his hair then. So natural. Mmmn. Poets Day on Uppers. Ken […]
We have a scorchio weekend coming up and the traffic is already going mentals…the mad dash to the coast. This is where our main road leads to (image above) Go any further then you’ll be in the North Sea. My earliest memory of Bumper cars is going to the Arbroath October Fair with my Dad […]
I KNOW : What When How Who Where But Not ONE SINGLE one of them has ever told me WHY? Why was I given the role of EVIL ONE? WHY? SMH. It’s beyond obvious that I will never be told. Whatever…moving on. Tra La La & Fiddle Dee Dee :o)
Phone Call : Blah blah, loft insulation, blah, blah, we did your last one. Trying to get a word in. More blah, when can we come and….. Words got in I LIVE IN A FRIGGIN’ VICTORIAN HOUSE WITHOUT INSULATION. WHO ARE YOU? Beeeeeep. Our own family Dangerous Brian would’ve taken this above call to the […]
Cob Houses are all over the UK Cob, cobb or clom (in Wales) is a natural building material made from subsoil, water, fibrous organic material (typically straw), and sometimes lime. The contents of subsoil naturally vary, and if it does not contain the right mixture it can be modified with sand or clay. Cob is fireproof, resistant to seismic activity, and uses low-cost materials, although it is […]
Long story…phone call from friend. A foodie. her significant other was eating the soup above (out of a tin) and I stupidly mentioned that I’d been made this in Pakistan and it was wonderful. But I hated the Heinz variety. She knows me well enough by now to know that I’m not fantasising. BTW : […]
I’ve always said that Noel was the poet of the family. Same as Gary Kemp. The writers get a rough ride…as in Sunset Boulevard. So I start a revolution from my bed‘Cause you said the brains I had went to my headStep outside, summertime’s in bloomStand up beside the fireplaceTake that look from off your […]