Excuse my decidely incongruent inuendo laden Christmas headline, but I had to throw St Nicholas in there somehow. Even a post about Christmas needs a hook, even if it’s one Sid James would be proud of 😉 Merry Chrimbo! It would have been remiss of me to not to take this opportunity to wish…
Last night I had another dream… What is that all about when it’s at home? You can go months without remembering a single one and then for a few nights in a row your brain suddenly decides to run its own late-night cinema without asking your permission. If I could bottle that lucidity on demand…
I’ve got something I want to get off my chest… and it’s not a bra. No, “Your t*ts are bigger than mine” jokes either, thanks. First though, I have to frame this and put into context. At school there was an athletic kid who could do backflips in the playground. For some silly reason there…