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Scottish Independence – An Omni-shambles of Socio-Economic Chaos?
It is fair to say that down here in England, there only seems to be negligible interest in the Scottish Independence vote that is to be cast on the 18th September. As someone with diluted Scottish blood running through my veins I should really have been paying more of an interest and I have tried, but neither Alistair Darling or Alex Salmond have triggered my brain enough. Not until this week anyway. Whenever I hear Alistair Darling speak, ...
Anal Insertion Nightmare
As some of my recent blogs have been a bit deep, I thought I would finish the week with an amusing story. In my new flat I have a very modern and plush bathroom but the trouble with it is the taps on the bath, are, for some reason, placed in the middle and not on the end, which for me, has always been their traditional home. It is an old creature habit of mine to exit the bath and sit on the side and dry myself off as I contemplate the ...
Is What We Become a Question of Morality?
I dropped my oldest son, George, off to his first day at work today and as he walked, slightly apprehensively, towards the reception, I wondered, with a lump in my throat, whether I had given him the right guidance in life with regards to how we value others and the morals we adhere to. The great moral compass has been intriguing me lately, because we all operate within what we perceive to be the correct things to do and say and how we treat ...
My Computer is Back – So Am I
I am sure that it will be with a mixture of relief, heady excitement and uncontrollable joy, that you, my Blog readers, via email, will once again be able to receive confirmation of my updated posts. A lot has happened since June and as a consequence, I am back in Basingstoke (Beggarwood) in a bachelor pad with a balcony that features stunning views that stretch from Kingsclere, across Oakley and it's famous cricket club, on to the throbbing ...
Farewell James Alexander Gordon
I don't know what it is about me at the moment, but whenever I hear about death or demise of someone linked to my life, I become overwhelmed by irrational nostalgia and a sense loss. Maybe it is a case of getting closer to the grave that make me more emotional about such things? So when, yesterday, I learnt of the death of BBC Radio's classified football results reporter, James Alexander Gordon, I felt like another part of my youth had died, ...