Roxy, our delightful hound, was advertised to us as a mongrel. Her paperwork actually mentions that she’s a Staffordshire Bull Terrier cross, without mentioning what the cross is. We’ve considered whippet, but our main thinking is that she’s got a … Continue reading
Despite my best intentions, I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for Paul O’Grady. He’s daft, and irreverent, often sycophantic and occasionally nauseating. But the person he rips the piss out of most is himself, and he does it … Continue reading
My job is not one that lends itself to working from home; a large part of it is based on speaking to people as they come in and firefighting little problems as they arise, neither of which is particularly easy … Continue reading
It would appear that Thames Water and the authorities in general have caught onto the simple fact that this year does not count as drought. A little chart from Diamond Geezer illustrates the problem quite succinctly. March: May: July:
Roxy has always been possessive of the back garden, to the point of chasing everything out of it. Next door have made this more interesting for her, by bringing a new variable: a cat that Roxy can see, but not … Continue reading
While I thoroughly enjoy the company of Roxy in the house, it has to be said, there are disadvantages to having her about. Chief amongst them is this: she likes to get a bit muddy, and run about indoors. This … Continue reading
Looking back, it would appear that I’ve managed to go another entire month without posting anything here. In my defence, it’s been a bloody busy month. In April, I was working in Greenwich, and was able to drive to work … Continue reading
I keep meaning to update this thing. I really do. But things keep getting in the way. Since my last update, TLW & I have taken Roxy for her first trip outside London; we stayed in a farm in the … Continue reading
It was this day last year that TLW and I met Roxy, our lovable little mongrel dog. It’s been an interesting year. We’ve had her attending puppy classes, and be the star pupil. But then she’ll forget how to behave … Continue reading
I know, I’ve mentioned it many times, but there may be some who are unaware: I am a geek about planes. I don’t even limit it to the fast, exciting, military ones; boring ol’ civilian airliners interest me. Which is … Continue reading
TLW‘s mum has a wall in her house which is oft referred to as The Ego Wall. On it is at least one certificate or presentation photo of an achievement for each member of the family. TLW’s degree certificate is … Continue reading
Last weekend, TLW and I went back to Belfast for a bit. Which meant that young Miss Roxy needed to find a home for a bit. Such a home was duly found, and Mr & Mrs TL-in-laws were soon in … Continue reading
Number 1 in a continuing series. Young Roxy is currently a bit unwell; what with having some general anaesthetic last week and having varoius bits removed. She’s managed to pick up a little infection in the wound so we’re having … Continue reading
The usual pose of Miss Roxy in the house: She’s a mobile beast; she only sits still long enough to turn around and move in the other direction in her never ending quest for food or distraction. She’s a lovely … Continue reading
How I spent my mornings between washing and leaving for work in the days PR: eating a decent breakfast of poached eggs or porridge or the like, sitting at the PC, reading stuff from t’internet, posting angry nonsense on this … Continue reading
I’ve never had a pet. Growing up in a noisy bar with busy people in it, it probably wouldn’t have been fair to a dog to have one, and there’s been a traditional dislike of cats in our family so … Continue reading
I’ve been in my current job for a little over a year now, and I’ve learned a few things from it. One of these things is the financial pressure put upon primary health care to ensure that ‘herd immunity’ (ie … Continue reading
Another day, another funeral. But they seem to be getting worse. I’ve been to many, many funerals. Probably every Irish person has, it seems to be a thing that is done much more over here than in, say, England. What’s … Continue reading
I’ll be heading out to work in a bit, and then won’t be back in the house until 10 or so on Sunday. So I’ll probably not be blogging, unless I get really bored at a train station or airport … Continue reading
Some random quoteage. My home town Ballymena is at the centre of the universe. I know this, because everything is moving away from it at an equal rate. Professor Stephen Hawkjet, Ballymena How true that is… A teacher was explaining … Continue reading
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