Whatever happened to shirt tails? I was pondering on that sartorial deficiency the other day as I unbuckled my belt and adjusted my trousers for the third time that day in order to tuck in my shirt. Shirts just aren’t what they were. I can remember when shirt tails stretched halfway down your thighs, providingContinue reading “Blog 146. Egg Nog Anyone? Or Cheesecake Perhaps?”
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Blog 137. Mudlarks
‘Stop peering’. I was thus addressed by my dear wife one Sunday lunchtime as I scrutinised the plated-up Sunday roast. She followed this up with a threat, and a gesture with the loaded plate,‘You’ll get this over you in a minute. Stop peering, I say’.Of course, I backed off immediately and gazed innocently out of theContinue reading “Blog 137. Mudlarks”
Blog 129. Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
I was ambushed last Sunday. No, not by deserters and footpads returning from the Duke of Monmouth’s Pitchfork Rebellion, but by Jane. I should have seen the warning signs: the request for a printout of our Christmas Card List, the purchase of what seemed like £100 worth of Second Class stamps…. However, like a fool,Continue reading “Blog 129. Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree”
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