Joy! After months of relentless lurking in charity shops I finally landed myself an authentically smelly, wrinkled and grubby fake Barbour Jacket! Hallelujah! The search is over: with my new jacket, straggly beard and filthy flat cap I am, at long...

Winter has come to the West Midlands; the first flakes of the season's snow fall invisibly through the late afternoon's darkness, glitter for a moment in the yellowy-orange glow of the street lights and shiver down finally onto the lawns, the roofs of...

It's a bit damn late in the day for me to post this but if it gets a couple more signatures on the petition before it closes on Thursday (tomorrow!) then it won't have been in vain. Mr. Trump (as detailed in an article in the Guardian here) wants to...

I've decided that I'm going to write all further posts on this blog in verse. So there will now be a small pause (of some years, probably) in which I learn how to write poetry. (Also it's damn chilly and wet in the sodden, autumnal West Midlands and...