(With Spoiler) First Man is l-o-n-g at 2 hrs 21 minutes and not a second too long in my opinion. You might think that, of all films, this one would be a spoiler-free zone – after all we know its hero made it safely to … Continue reading First Man
The One Real Benefit of Exercise
Years ago, during my thirties and forties, I used to exercise to a video tape featuring Beverley Callard, otherwise known as Liz McDonald (of all people) from Coronation Street. But it turns out that Beverley’s other job was being a fitness instructor and her video … Continue reading The One Real Benefit of Exercise
Colouring, Choirs and Audacity 6
The colouring bug bit me again a few months ago, after yet another period of marked disinterest in all things adult colouring. This time around I became fully enamoured of the Romantic Country books again and got myself the second and third books in the … Continue reading Colouring, Choirs and Audacity 6
One went mad in Wales – and was always heading for a fall
During our third trip to Wales for a family holiday (this time in Pembrokeshire) the heat wave and drought (as Monty Don of Gardener’s World called it) broke, but not before I’d suffered a 2 hour walk along a coastal path, which the owner of … Continue reading One went mad in Wales – and was always heading for a fall
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (but did we really have to?)
SPOILERS First off; those 10 years since Mamma Mia! first appeared at the flicks went by in a flash. Seriously, this is scary time warping stuff. It seems like only yesterday (now I really get that Charles Aznavour ditty….'yesterday, when I was young’) when the friend and … Continue reading Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (but did we really have to?)
A Trip to Wisley Gardens
This blog is the repository of many a home spun tale but none so strange as: The Curious Incident of the Narcoleptic Husband. It’s a tale worth telling and tell it I did during a recent trip to the RHS garden at Wisley, with the … Continue reading A Trip to Wisley Gardens
I came; I sang; I conquered (sort of)
Just after Christmas last year my community choir began practising songs for this year’s summer concert. My father-in-law had died in October of that year and, when alive, had sometimes threatened to come back and haunt me; usually when I was in a particularly argumentative … Continue reading I came; I sang; I conquered (sort of)
