I think they should be renamed as Dumbphones. The Orange buffoon would be proud to tell you there is a ‘B’ in dumb. I also think there is a bee in his cranium and it is buzzing around in the space that should hold a brain. I think that for many people doomscrolling has becomeContinue reading “Smartphones.”
Category Archives: Relationships
More reflections in Barbarossa.
People, places, beliefs. Luke is my oldest friend. We met aged 11 when we started secondary school, though it wasn’t until we found ourselves in the same ‘A’ level Maths class that we became friends. We’ve both just entered our 70th year… I began to wonder about friendships. My secondary school had 2000 boys andContinue reading “More reflections in Barbarossa.”
How the Fork!!
My last post made me think of this! Some cliches first. In my 70th year, which means finishing eight decade on this rock. Two centuries and two millennia. And I wonder how I am still alive! Aged 2 I had some sort of argument with my older sister so she smashed a bottle over myContinue reading “How the Fork!!”
Sunday, back at the Barbarossa.
Barbarossa – I think of Frederick and Hitler… No duck breast today so I went for Barramundi, as I don’t think I’ve ever had it. Most white fish is very bland and I think that is why it is always served with a sauce of some form. I like to cook Rainbow Trout, Salmon andContinue reading “Sunday, back at the Barbarossa.”
It feckin stinks!
Phuket. I am sure I will write about this a lot! They legalised Cannabis in Thailand so the place is filling up with pot heads. That takes me back to my youth when I was a big fan of a band called Gong. They had songs about Pothead Pixies, Flying Teapots and Submarine Captain Capricorn.Continue reading “It feckin stinks!”
I dont to talk about it
Same band playing same songs. Paloma Bar. They played I don’t want to talk about it. Rod Stewart did a great version live with Amy Bell. It set me back again. How many broken hearts in this world? Jane, Diana, Louise, Sara, Aisha, Nurgul, Irada, Lala, Daisy Daisy, Tasha, Anna, Ramilla… and mine. It oftenContinue reading “I dont to talk about it”
Angie and the floppy disc.
More recollections; why do the evenings in Bali make me reminisce? I am back at the Paloma bar and the act are playing the classic Rolling Stones song Angie. A flood of memories. Only 16 and just moved into the sixth form and stated going to the pub, not that it was legal. I thinkContinue reading “Angie and the floppy disc.”
Paloma Bar and Resto, Sanur, Bali.
Deaking with life… in a bar I was welcomed as I had been there before! I sat down with a beer and a menu, and then a pissed up Australian decided I was his mate. He sat opposite me and started jabbering about being born in England but moved to Australia when he was elevenContinue reading “Paloma Bar and Resto, Sanur, Bali.”
Arrogant idiots
Dunning-Kruger syndrome I get fed up with stupid people who think they know everything. I see people these days who pick up their phones when I tell them some Historical or Political fact. They feel they have to check what I said. I call that rude ignorance. It takes me back to a former arrogantContinue reading “Arrogant idiots”
St. Kevins Roman Catholic Comprehensive School, Kirkby, Merseyside.
Dating. Though it was actually still part of Lancashire when I first went there in 1968. Two thousand boys. Testosterone City. Fights everywhere, sometimes with the boys, sometimes with the teachers. Priests with a streak of Sadism. There was a ritual you had to go through if you had a date with a girl. ItContinue reading “St. Kevins Roman Catholic Comprehensive School, Kirkby, Merseyside.”
Fairy Hanny 