Monthly Archives: August 2018

Bank Holidays. What are they? What are they for?

So here we are in the UK just coming out of one of those strange day-long holidays us Brits call ‘Bank Holidays’. In truth, no-one on this sceptered isle has any idea what they are, what they are meant to celebrate … Continue reading

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Heart is where the thin tube is.

Yesterday was a big day for me…but before I get on to that let me say one thing. If there are any of you out there due to go into hospital for an Angiogram…have no fear. It’s OK and it … Continue reading

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Covert Commissions…a better way

Just by way of a change…(and I don’t often do this) I have discovered a software called Covert Commissions. If you are at all interested in earning income online you should check it out. A lot of programs claim to work, but … Continue reading

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A word with God

The thing is, when I get to visit that great Internet in the sky, (I say ‘Internet’ because I reckon ‘The Matrix’ might have got some of it, right), I shall be wanting a word with God.  (Although this may sound arrogant … Continue reading

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thinking about The Insects

Lately, I’ve been thinking about The Insects, and what a bad deal they get from us humans. It seems the smaller you are, the less we (us humans) care. If  you’re say dog-sized and…er a dog, you are noticed and either … Continue reading

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In Praise of Stratford-upon-Avon

Now here’s something you don’t see very often. Me…writing an article in Praise of Stratford upon Avon. Usually, when I’m in FCM (Full Curmudgeon Mode) I complain about anything and everything that takes place, exists etc in this place that … Continue reading

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Advertising, in all its forms

As a life-long Curmudgeon and miserable bar-steward one of the many things that gets my goat is advertising, in all its forms. The thing that has always puzzled me is the fact that I have always assumed that it must … Continue reading

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The late arrival of the new.

For us young kids, the time before the 60’s was a slow elongated, nightmare. We wore our Father’s hand-me-downs, were still on some war rations and listened to George Formby and Vera Lynn. There was a feeling that something was … Continue reading

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Looking after your Husband

Looking after your husband. What every Woman should know…but (unfortunately *the memsahib) doesn’t. Read and digest.

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Children’s entertainers…love ’em or hate ’em?

Being a dyed in the wool Curmudgeon there’s not a lot that makes me laugh, especially amongst the group best known as, children’s entertainers. However, I was very sad to hear that Barry Chuckle of the Chuckle Brothers had passed … Continue reading

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The Stratford-upon-Avon Herald.

I’m getting so bored with the national newspapers these days. Everywhere you turn it’s Brexit this, Trump that. It’s got so bad that I have taken to ‘reading’ the local newspaper, in my case The Stratford-upon-Avon Herald, much more than … Continue reading

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to fall on one’s sword

Have you noticed but it’s virtually impossible to find anyone these days willing, to fall on one’s sword. If you don’t know what I mean, then you are obviously of a recent time period and more than likely a fresh-faced … Continue reading

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