Category Archives: At Home
Country and Western music
We should just play more Country and Western music on Deal Radio. I like that. I get on well with Country and Western. I prefer it to the head banging crap. I heard the group here in the studio last … Continue reading
Ryanair when you phoned
I found this recently. I must have typed it years ago – when you phoned to book…..shows how old…. Ryanair “So yous don’t want insurance then? “No thanks,” “What, you’ll take the risk will ya?” “Yes, I’m sure it’ll … Continue reading
The Zombie Nightmare
The Zombie The zombie, for surely that was what it was, had seen me and approached. I had heard that they were about. It shuffled in a form of movement I had never witnessed before. Slowly it came on. Relentless. … Continue reading
Poo Paper
I was told I would need to take some items to Cuba to make the holiday more enjoyable. Certain things are, apparently, difficult to get. Coffee, of the instant variety, for example. Tea bags, Shower gel, toothpaste and….toilet rolls! Cuban … Continue reading
On my way to Cuba
Well, here I am in sunny Manchester, gateway to the sun I am told. Actually I am in Manchester airport waiting for my flight to Cuba. Manchester is cold, big, wet and busy. My couple of days in a Premier … Continue reading
The Flight
I have 2015 kilometres to go. The on board computer on the screen in front of me just told me so. It also tells me we are over Trabzon. Yeah, I know, I think we’re lost too! But the pilot … Continue reading
Gatwick Airport
Gatwick Airport I queued up in W.H.Smiths. Honestly, I did. I hate W.H.Smiths. ‘Cos they make you queue. I have never been in a W.H Smiths and not queued. I hate W.H.Smiths with a passion. They make you queue just … Continue reading
Off Again
Well here I am travelling again. Only a fortnight after coming back from Thailand I am off to Abu Dhabi via Dubai. Gatwick is awkward to get to. At least from Deal it is. Its either a car ride up … Continue reading
This is the pigeon…
Resistance is futile. Don’t you know we mate for life…and sadly I’m driven by genetics and imperfect instinct and sexual imprinting. Oh and the Heard instinct… My love, my kind are social beings… and those we are reared with, influence … Continue reading
Silence !
It’s 5,30 in the morning. I can’t sleep. They read my blog. The pigeons, they read my blog. Must do. Since I had my rant….nothing. Not a sound. That’s why I’m awake early, Too quiet. Far too quiet. Spookily quiet. … Continue reading