My local supermarket has started a little counter where they offer sushi. Raw fish rolled in rice. Now I know what this can be like. Daughter took us to a place in LA where it was superb. Try saying that whilst pretending to be Sean Connery. I wonder what he would have done with the line : “Shall we share some sushi Cyril? “ I shushpect you should shtep away . I digress. Firmly of the opinion that your eyes do the eating I was taken in by some sushi, shalmon and avocado rolls. Shorry, doing a Shaun again. I’ll … Continue reading S**t sushi and shenanigans

I’m a big fan of women’s football, and this World Cup is a treat for me, especially as I recover from a dental injury and know what a football looks and feels like. Reading an article in the Guardian on our team’s camp my heart sank. They’re looking after them but treating them like 2 dimensional male footballers. Table tennis, making wrist bands, craft tables, virtual reality headsets, for crying out loud it’s like Butlin’s on speed. They could be learning a new language, they’ll be surrounded by foreigners soon enough, so knowing the Spanish for “Offside Ref! “ or … Continue reading Souped up Butlin’s is not what our women need.

You might think that having an allotment is for you to grow your own veg. Well it is, and it is also to feed the local population of slugs snails and birds as well as for meditation. Just taking in the plot this evening was just brilliant. No one else was there, I had my own plot and all the others to myself. A redstart and a cliff chaff were in the area too, they were probably contemplating coming along for a feast on my slugs. I wish they would as the slugs are having a ‘super size me’ slug … Continue reading Plottage, meditation and spud failure…

One of the good things about this blogging lark is the way one can vent about all those first world problems that come upon us. A recent problem relating to hot water and cylinders has landed me with the task of finding an electrician and perhaps a plumber, to fix a problem. Plumbers and electricians are thin on the ground, or so it would seem, so to get one to respond let alone turn up is a minor miracle. The technique of asking either of these trades to get in touch is yet another minefield. I determined to find recommendations … Continue reading The plumber, the electrician and the bishop.

Winston Churchill used to write in the modern sort of shorthand that is now prevalent on social media and txt mssgs. Shortening words and the like or making up letters to sound like words. So lets blame him for this modern phenomenon of the two or even better, one word that’s meant to work as an entire sentence. So when one is asked if you will take a slight reduction on the sale of something the response might be ” Sorry, Cossyliv! “ This is the shorthand for Cost of Living Crisis and in normal speak would occupy an entire … Continue reading Cossyliv and other words.

I have two small resident critics staying with us at present so will run this drawing past them later, when I can drag them away from lego, flying airplanes in the garden and avoiding the “North Korea” of one of our neighbour’s gardens, eating pizza (which I’ve been trying to persuade them is Italian cheese on toast), and generally being fun. There’s work to be done on this yet. It’s a spare spread for an upcoming book written by Andy Harden. The third in the series. This one may not even be in the latest edition as it is intended … Continue reading No fly zones and constructive criticism