In a bun dance

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Laughing stock

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I’m 40 years old and I’ll probably never again boil a poultry carcass to make stock. There, I said it and it feels good. For years after a roasted bird, I boiled pans full of evil-looking bones and scummy stock. The end result was a kitchen full of a foul smelling steamy fug followed by […]

All shook up

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Generally I’m not a big one for sharing my dreams. There’s two reasons for this. Firstly, most people’s nocturnal soap operas are beyond boring, mine included and secondly, when occasionally they are mildly diverting, you might regret sharing.I’m still regretting going public about my sleep-time erotic encounter with the then Chancellor Gordon Brown.But I had […]

Ring any bells?

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How weird is this?My mobile rang this afternoon and a smiley sounding lady announced that she was from Orange and could she ask me a few questions with a view to getting me a better mobile deal. “Sure.”I was quite chuffed because it had been on my mind to go back to Orange. I huffed […]

Sweaty situation

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Today I went to the gym – a generally civilised and wholesome place. I naively pitched up to do a circuit class – core circuits, no less. Usually classes have a lot of women in them and while there is sweating there certainly isn’t any grunting. If I bothered to think about it I would […]

This little piggy

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Please tell me I’m not alone.Recently I’ve been going to Marks & Spencer to buy something for tea and popping a bag of Percy Pigs in the basket “for the kids”. Then when I get home the children – and the Panther – get two each and I scoff the rest til I feel sick.

what’ll it be next?

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It’s a funny old thing this blogging business. On the one hand, it’s not very much different to scribbling my thoughts in an old jotter and stuffing it under my bed. But, on the other, someone might actually be reading it. And for the purposes of this discussion I’m not talking about my eternally fabulous […]