Nantwich. The name ends in “wich” so you know that it’s one of the Cheshire salt mine towns. Famous – … More

Well, it were a bit misty t’other day. Lumpy though; thicker patches did keep drifting past as though some unseen … More

‘In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, oy vey, Toothpick-Charlie, you squealed once too often and da boss can’t … More

There’s a row of buttons beside my bed. The sort of buttons that you can’t press accidentally; you have to … More

I am a simple little squit of a hominid. Small things catch my attention and amuse me. Squirrels, badgers, sunrises, … More

It’s the oneth of the oneth – time for my shower, and a change of underwear. Then I’ll don my … More