Let us start off with the premise that man needs woman and vice versa although it is not in this instance an adverb I would choose to dwell on. This need is there in all forms of natural existence. Let us also presume that both sides of this need is […]
Hangings On The Wall Part 3
Hopefully, I am now coming to the end of my travels around the house trying to portray the stuff on the walls and revitalising my memories on the orders of Ma Femme, her of the gigantic balls who must never be denied. So up the stairs we go and on […]
Hangings On The Wall Part 2
To continue my tour of my hangings on the wall. I must admit I am enjoying this perambulation through my recent history. It is bringing up some lovely memories of recent times past after I retired from that miserable skunking scene that was Manchester all of 16 years ago. Congratulations […]
Hangings On The Wall. Part 1
In these Covid-infested times when life is bleak and relationships can turn sour unless carefully nurtured and massaged (and plenty of that please), we need to think of the past pleasures. Life’s enjoyment has stopped, possibly forever so we need to rekindle all those lovely things that made life worthwhile. […]
Preview to 2021
It is a week since I returned to blogging and I have found it hard to put finger to button, pen to paper, mind to word. The world is in such a horrible place with this Covid fraud, I just do not know where to start. We have been told […]
Back Again With Vengeance
Good morning, I am back. It is the 1st January 2021. A brand new year with lots to look forward to, lots to recover from and lots to complain about. Over the Christmas just gone I promised myself in discussion with my loved ones to get into my stride again […]
Out of Darkness Into Loving Light
As most of you will know Helen my dear wife of nearly 44 years passed away on Christmas Day 2016 and what followed was six months of darkness, loneliness and absolute hell, poorly controlled by foreign travel to England, Malta, Morocco, France, Belgium and Italy. Travel I thought might help […]
Fresh Lonely Air In Manchester – Part 4
My sojourn in Manchester is slowly coming to an end, two and a half days of authority induced mayhem whilst they arrest every man with a slight hue, give him a cup of tea, ask him how he is then release him. It is musical chairs time in Manchester Police […]
Fresh Lonely Air In Manchester – Part 3
After the bomb in central Manchester interrupted my advent into the city of my birth, I have settled down to write. What would have been a blog about finally coming to grips with my grief in the city where we courted and raised our family, is now an episodic story […]
Fresh Lonely Air in England – Part 2
I landed at Manchester Airport expecting tight security but saw nothing, it was possibly all centered in central Manchester where the explosion had happened 24 hours earlier. Thoughts of Helen had been overtaken by circumstances but Daughter 3 was dutifully awaiting as I walked out of the terminal to a […]