Category Archives: Being a bloke

Life…don’t talk to me about life…

I have to confess I was a little alarmed to read that life expectancy has, in this year of our Lord, 2018, stalled. I’m not sure whether this means I had better hurry up and finish this or 100 is … Continue reading

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When Two become One. A rant against ‘Love’.

It’s a funny old thing, marriage/partnership isn’t it (no need to answer). I refer of course to that ‘magical moment’ When Two become One (*cough).  And boy doesn’t it creep up on you. You’re sort of plodding along getting on with … Continue reading

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One guess and one guess only…what’s trending in the UK at the moment?

I’ll give you one guess and one guess only to this question. If you were to go to Google this very moment and ask it, ‘What is trending in the UK at this moment?’ What do you think the answer … Continue reading

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I have but one regret. I wish I’d been a pirate.

And so, as I approach the twilight of my life, I have but one regret. I wish I’d been a pirate.  (And I don’t mean a Johnny Depp kind of pirate). There’s something, and I admit I haven’t quite put … Continue reading

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The long punishment of Harvey Weinstein.

Judging by the numerous TV clips on the news recently, The Long Punishment of Harvey Weinstein has well and truly begun. The man looked defeated both mentally and physically and is obviously already reaping the consequences of his dastardly actions. … Continue reading

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Clinging by my fingertips to what is left of my life…

OK, so ‘Clinging by my fingertips to what is left of my life…’ might seem a little over the top. But if you had just had the day I have, perhaps you would understand. As I may have mentioned before … Continue reading

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Cushions plumped and toilet lids down.

Honestly, you’d think a man of my age, someone who has contributed so much to society anonymously and without plaudits, would be allowed a few moments of peace. A coffee and a scan of the newspapers, that’s all. I’d only … Continue reading

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Taking Man-Flu seriously

Over the past few days I have been struck down by what my wife laughingly calls ‘Man-Flu’.  I have no idea what that means other than it sends herself and her ‘caring’ friends into gales of laughter. This makes me … Continue reading

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D.I.Y. Not for me thank you.

I don’t mind admitting that I am completely useless at D.I.Y. (or as it’s known in more educated circles ‘Do It Yourself) I don’t know if it’s something in my genes but no matter how I have tried (let’s face it, … Continue reading

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