I did something dramatic on 27th August. My birthday. I shaved my beard off. I think I just wanted to find out who was under there. It’s a bit like thinking going out shopping naked is a good idea, then when you do it you start noticing the shoppers awkwardly adjusting their carrier bags. It’s…
One day while I was minding my own business I got to thinking what it would be like to be Superman but on a day when I couldn’t be arsed to save the world or do anything remotely super-hero like. This is what I imagined that may look like (and yes, I did write the…
For some reason people think you are a wine expert if you say things like Primitivio down the drinks aisle…
This is me in my natural habitat, grinding out another session… The headphones stop people coming up to you asking how many sets you’ve got left 🙂
To my knowledge only two pictures of me in a gym exist on the interwebs. That’s because I never take my mobile phone onto the gym floor with me. I’ve unwittingly ended up in live streams by Tik Tok’ers (etc) because every stick insect thinks they are a bodybuilder/fitness guru these days. Anyway, this one…
If Freshly Spilled Ink.com was an old style advertorial (don’t tell me you don’t love this lol)… Great ideas make you feel something, don’t they? 😉
I’m writing this late Sunday morning and this post is inspired by a song I heard on the radio this morning, which I’ve always liked. The song reminded me of a short story by Michael Marshall Smith, called “When God Lived In Kentish Town“. As far as titles for stories go, that one is definitely…
Let’s get one thing out of the way before we begin, I absolutely hate going to the dentists. The other thing is, whenever I go, it always reminds me of the cartoon Bob & Margaret, because Bob is a wayward dentist in it. If I had my way I’d never go, but I accept it’s…
At junior school, I used to sit next to a girl called Suzanne. Believe it or not, at school, they used to put two of us on washing up duty in the teachers staff room. Suzanne was always the one I ended up on duty with and she was a decidedly hard worker. Whatever she…
When I run uphills, I keep going until I start turning into Kate Bush. So far that hasn’t happened, which may be a blessing in disguise. Join me up said hill and when we get to the top we could have a picnic or something…
Well here we are on day 5 of 16 and what very well may be the epitaph of this blog when we reach number 16. I’m then going to pickle it in a big jar so it’s here, kicking along for prosperity while I’m busy doing other things, so if you’ve arrived here from the…
Try as you may, you can never catch up on your sleep as long as you own a doorbell. Join me as I stand firmly on my soapbox for: Day 4 of 16 Days of Deano The never ending joy of a postman that will stop at nothing to deliver on the Royal Mail promise…
Another one from my archives. We’re building on the rainy days and Mondays theme/song but also adding freshly mown grass. Don’t worry it will all make sense when you hit play. Day 3 of 16 Days of Deano. The lovely smell of freshly mown grass in the morning and Martha’s unrequited love of daffodils…