Everywhere I turn there's so much waste. Every Sunday night, Husband drags our full-to-bursting recyling bin and garbage bin onto the curb. I kid myself I'm being good, cutting down on packaging, steering towards fresh foods. But all those cereal boxes, beer cartons and juice containers keep piling up. Then there's the twice-yearly junk removal service provided by our local council. Just chuck your crap... Continue Reading →

Click through to Village Voices for the envelope opening ... plus a rant from me on reality TV desecrating the meaning of celebrity. How could you miss reading that? Go on, one little click, it won't hurt a bit ... It's called "Why do I care about Kim's missing ribs?" (and not a bit about Seal and Heidi getting back... Continue Reading →

Waiting at a pedestrian crossing, I saw a flyer taped to a pole with the fluttery phone numbers to tear off. Someone was looking for a flatmate. The big sell on the ad was that no-one was "sleeping on the balcony or in the living room". Well there's a bonus. Fark, imagine bedding down on the balcony each night. Cosy.... Continue Reading →

My cousin reported the first frost of the season "near Abermain" on Facebook this morning. Brrrrrrr, bloody freezing here too. I cried on my morning jog. Not because I was sad or something hurt or frostbite was setting in. My tearducts just hate the cold. (They've always been dodgy, they had to be operated on when I was a wee bubby because they wouldn't... Continue Reading →

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at... Continue Reading →

The extended family pronounced this delicious at lunchtime and asked if I was going to blog the recipe. It was only then that I realised I hadn't photographed it. Oooops. Fortunately Husband hadn't started eating his piece yet, so I whipped it away for a dodgy snapshot. I'd have served it with more care if I'd remembered it was for public consumption. The banana pudding... Continue Reading →

Remember fireworks night when you were a kid? A bonfire on the vacant block, the neighbourhood dads attempting to blow their hands off with gunpowder, the local demon-spawn kid terrifying you with double-bungers ... ah, those were the days. Can't think why fireworks sales were banned. Despite the sheer terror that sparklers continue to instil in me (like needles on turntables, I've always been... Continue Reading →

All around me, friends and neighbours are getting work done. They're hell-bent on makeovers and they'll do whatever it takes to have one. I admire their determination. But I've decided I'm past it. I've been compiling mental lists of all the things I'm too old to do. (Do I know how to show myself a good time... Continue Reading →