The cess pit emptying man leaves.

The cess pit emptying man has just left. I have great respect for the cess pit emptying man. In our frightfully civilised and advanced Western civilization, the role of cess pit emptying man ranks right near the end of any list they may give you at the careers advice centre.…

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I rail at my exploding soup.

The Covent Garden Soup Company still haven’t replied to my email complaining about their exploding soup. A wave of old gittishness engulfs me. Those fat cats pretending to be all cottage-industryey whilst they gorge themselves on the profits of their range of unreliable potage products. Well I’m not buying their…

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Midsomer Murders

TV is so full of inverted snobbery that it’s quite nice to sit down to Midsomer Murders, which is as middle class as you can get. So on Sunday night we veg in front of John Nettles, fresh from the same plastic surgeon as Kryten from ‘Red Dwarf’. The plots…

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Introducing the LTLP.

The LTLP is waiting for me on my return from the market. “I. Am. Really. Pissed. Off.” I close the car door warily. This is not an encouraging phrase to hear, first thing on a Saturday and, more to the point, immediately after a visit to the hairdressers. Her hat…

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