2018 was my first Double 12 and I regret not going in the past. There was a varied selection of vehicles, many that I did not recognise. One thing that struck me was that the owners and competitors were a
Special awareness
I mentioned in a previous blog post that I was inordinately proud of being eaten by a snake. I know of no one else, alive or dead, who can boast that. Eve had a tough time with a serpent, now
Hey, man. I’m cool
I’ve never been cutting edge, even when my profile was less rounded. I’ve been a little bit different to the norm, but not excessively so. It’s not that I wanted to conform but my four children, spread over 16 years,
Women under the bed
Perish the thought that I should be considered old, but I’m convinced that there are differences between men and woman. This, it seems, is going against modern thinking. But for reasons I will explain, I remain convinced I am correct.
The seven sighs of ageing
According to an advertising theme, there are seven signs of ageing. They name them as: Dark spots. Sagging skin. Dull, glow-less skin. Lines and wrinkles. Dry skin. Patchy skin. Open pores. Although not stipulated, this appears to be targeted at
The long and not quite so long of it
I’ve got one leg longer than the other. I’ve evidently been this way for years, since I stopped growing in fact, so I haven’t simply worn out the shorter one. I didn’t discover this until I went to a physio
I caused road rage
Road rage and me It would seem that I started an episode of road rage. It developed into dangerous driving at speeds of over 70mph on a public road. I came off the anti-clockwise M25 at junction 8A and was
Be nice to an editor week
I wrote for years as a hobby, getting the occasional article published and, somewhat less frequently, paid for as well. I wanted to keep my first cheque but, like most writers, the urge to celebrate a sale was too strong.
Hell in all its fury
I don’t believe in hell. I’m not sure many people do. It is a good thing too as going by the various descriptions it is quite, well, hellish. I don’t want to go there. All that flame and pokers can’t
Shant
When I was a police officer, if I was asked a question by a senior officer I’d normally say exactly what they wanted me to say. It’s the safest way, although sometimes . . . I once refused an order