Nonsense

At this time of year, it's traditional to make predictions for the forthcoming 12 months. Then, in a year's time, it's traditional to try to convince everyone that you were uncannily accurate in your predictions. list of anagrams of my friend Carolyn (whose surname is Farthing)'s name. So I chose 10 anagrams from the list… Continue reading Predictions, 2003 (or A Farthing for Your Thoughts)

Jen and I won £10 on the lottery last week. I've only just remembered to collect our winnings. It turns out we'd actually won £89. About bloody time!

Carolyn doesn't remember H E Todd coming to our school (but, as she so perceptively pointed out, I tend to remember that sort of thing, and she doesn't). She does, however, remember reading Bobby Brewster stories. She managed to get hold of the mice she was after, but they can squeeze their way through the… Continue reading Two updates

I'm at my parents' house for the evening. I just got off the phone to Jen. She had sardine sandwiches for tea. I pointed out that sardine sandwiches were a particular favourite of mine and Bobby Brewster's when I was a kid. “Bobby who?” asked Jen. Bobby Brewster: the brain-child of the children's author, H… Continue reading Bobby Brewster

HLP! IVE GOT MU FCKING HEAD STUUCK INTH E FUXKNG SCANNER! ID NT FKNG BE,IENE IIT!

About mice.

Carter accepts Nobel prize

BBC: Vicar tells children Santa is dead Youngsters at a Christmas carol service were devastated when the Reverend Lee Rayfield told them Santa Claus was dead. Even parents at the service in Maidenhead, Berkshire, were shocked to hear Mr Rayfield say it was scientifically impossible for Father Christmas to deliver so many presents so quickly.… Continue reading R.I.P. Santa