I pranged the new car earlier this evening. Looks like just the front bumper’s damaged (and spotlights, headlamp washers etc.) and that is currently being held in place with cable ties. Scatter your own random selection of curses, imprecations, expletives and invectives liberally across the remainder of this page.

Another in our occasional ongoing series exploring just what the hell songwriters are jabbering on about, and what, if anything, can be done to bring their output a little more in line with reality.

Today: Arthur’s Theme, by Christopher Cross.

I guess one of the supposed benefits (and there are precious few) of being ill is that it gives one time to muse, and to think deep thoughts, to ponder upon the nature of existence and the meaning of life. To consider the universe and one’s place within it. To come, in short, one tiny [...]

The biscuit reviews return. Or will, when I write any new ones.
Dunkability. It’s like Biscuit of the Week, only more honest.

If I were designing a house which had quite a narrow front hall, I wouldn’t put the telephone master socket right by the front door, where nobody in their right mind would want to have a telephone, thus rendering it COMPLETELY USELESS.