I was 16 years old when I started to go out clubbing. Some of my friends had been going to the dingy, grubby old rock club that was like a second home since before we left school. Back then, I wasn’t a drinker. Mum might give me a miniature bottle of Babycham or Pony on … More “Just The One”
This afternoon, two of my good friends have to lay their amazing wife and sister to rest. I can’t be there, but I wanted you to know about her, because she’s the sort of person who truly deserves to be known by the entire world.
So, it’s been confirmed. You all knew it, I knew it, and now I have the proof in an x-ray picture. I need further – and fairly extensive – surgery. The neck of my left femur has collapsed – most likely due to osteoporosis. This has caused the cannualated screws to come loose so that … More The Hippy Hippy Breaks
I wouldn’t say it was awful, but it wasn’t brilliant. The fates conspired to ruin nice things for me by sending the Lurgy Fairy (in bloody Sweden of all places, while I was on holiday!) but we managed to make the best of it. At least my liver regenerated, right? So that’s good. Hoorah for … More Kicking 2017 Out Of The Door
(With apologies to Cliff Richard; I think my lyrics are better!) It’s that time of year again, when I get my (this year, lurgified!) self geared up to make pickles out of anything and everything. Also baking, but baked goods don’t need two months to mature, so I can do the baking at my leisure. … More Autumn Time; Pickling And Brine; Kitchen Cluttered All Of The Time…
This year, the inhabitants of Tribble Towers did something we’d never done before: we went online and booked a holiday abroad, just the two of us. I’d been wanting to return to Sweden since our weekend on Ingarö last December, and so we decided to stay in the Slussen area of Stockholm.
We were so enchanted with Sweden last December, that we’d vowed to return even before we were driven to Skavsta for our flight back to wet and dreary England. We’d only had the weekend, and it was a tight schedule, but we still loved it. I was finally in the land of (some of) my … More To Colder Climes
Yes, I have just shown you the three stages that a damaged liver goes through. I owe this post to a beloved friend of mine from the States, who was already dying when I e-met her, but who urged me to fight and live. She died last November, just before my birthday. So I’m writing … More How My Liver Is Killing Me