Parkenstein, I said, you’re looking a lot tidier than the last time I saw you. Did you shave?
Yeah, he said. My trusty old electric shaver did the trick.
Electric! I was surprised. It looks like a very close shave. Don’t you use those fancy expensive blades?
No, he said. They’re so good you end up with a [...]
Albert Reynolds was supposed to give evidence to the planning tribunal, involving money and flying.
He was supposed to answer questions about a midnight military helicopter flight to a businessman’s home to collect a huge bag of cash in return for a favourable planning decision.
They were going to ask him about an unscheduled diversion of the [...]
You know, there are some songs from childhood that sink into your consciousness by accident. Some of them are songs that you hear from your mother or your father, while others are just incidental.
You’re at home, half-hearing music on the radio, bored out of your mind, home from school, nobody out on the street, and [...]
You remember yesterday I told you about this:
And I was worried about having to burst out a load of concrete to find the source of the water.
Shit!
But then, standing there in crepuscular misery contemplating a miserable few days ahead, I heard a little plink.
What’s that?
What?
Why, it’s this:
Two years of those little fuckers have turned this [...]
We’re all off to see Tom Waits on Friday night but I won’t be able to bring you pics because they don’t allow cameras. Anyway, I’ll try to do a bit of a write-up for you after I recover.
It’s hard to know what to expect from this fellow. I’ll tell you later which Tom Waits [...]
I was wondering why the floor tiles were starting to crack.
That little en-suite bathroom was going to be one of the final jobs in the mega-reconstruction of the Bockschloss, and I didn’t pay it much heed after the Rockhopper and myself did the first fix a few years ago. I didn’t even bother finishing the [...]
The great Jo Stafford died last week
Here’s Whispering Hope with Jo Stafford and Gordon MacRae.
I hate golf.
I fucking hate it, and no, I don’t mean I hate playing it. I mean I fucking hate it.
Golf is ridiculous. Golf is not a game.
Golf is the delusion that you’re healthy and interesting.
I hate the millions of fiddly little rules. I hate their birdies and their bogies and their eagles.
I hate [...]
The male subject is at my front door, please hurry, screams Shannon Kelley in the recording released by Silverton police.
Male subject? Is that what you’d say if you thought someone was trying to break into your house?
The male subject is at my door.
What a strange thing to say in the heat of the moment. What [...]
