Buddha does Craft Beer: Black Betty
Buddha says; ‘An IPA that’s darker than lucifers heart. Not that I believe in him.’
Marks for…
Levitation 😉 Inner Materialism 😀 Rebirth (top up?) No thank you. Betty has an altitude of 7.4. That’s a little higher than your average Himalayan foothill and I’m doing a conference this afternoon. Om…
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Buddha does Craft Beer: Pliny the Elder
Buddha says; ‘A New World classic. Hops hit your third eye like a fifty calibre round.’
Marks for…
Levitation 🙂 Inner Materialism 😀 Rebirth (another, sir?) Impossible. The man who sells them only let’s two go at a time, and I’ve fired both rounds. The circle of life dictates that we shall meet tomorrow though. Om…

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A Blog in a Folk-Hole

15th October 2017

Sometime after dark, down beyond the last crossing of a sandy back road in Suffolk, past the third turning and over a small green, is a pub with the finest Thursday night folk scene that you might never have been to. It’s a cacophony of the good, the bad, and the dreary, all packed into a too-small space with stout poured all over it for good measure. It’s where you’d have found me and a friend of mine on Thursday, wondering, about this time of year, if they might have some olde ale on the pumps.

Slip some socks onto your sandals and come along. Continue reading “A Blog in a Folk-Hole”

This Little Bloggy went to Market…

 2nd October, 2017

I’ve been killing things in peoples gardens this week. No, that’s too hard; I’ve been assisting the hostas and other perennials into the autumn. They (the hostas) have already got big brown holes growing through them, so I guess they seemed pretty keen on the idea themselves before I showed up with the snips (a literal term, just to make clear).

As for the begonias… begotten and b’gone. A shame as I’ve really started to enjoy their colours and waxen way of doing things. That must mean that I’m past the point of youth because no-one in trainers thinks that begonias are cool. Not that I’m in trainers any more, or even anything that has a stripe stitched along its side; my footwear is beige and has been for some time. These are not good signs, but beige goes better with the colour of the foot well in my car.

At least I’m still not yet convinced by roses, but that might only be a matter of time. On the other hand, I do tend to a lot of roses and have to yell bloody murder when they destroy another of my shirts. There’s still time… Continue reading “This Little Bloggy went to Market…”

The Brothers Blogge

22 September 2017

I was following a supercar the other day around Colchester; just me and the McLaren in front, and all the gridlock of that time of day that came along as well. Now I do like a super-duper car, and they look great when they’ve been greased up and flung about a racetrack by Jeremiah Claxon. But I saw my favourite Ferrari driving about the shonky roads near Bala a few months ago, and I fear it may have looked ridiculous, dodging potholes and covered in the colour of Wales.

But that McLaren, burbling along in second gear, looked great, all vulgar and magnificent. It’s what Wagner would be busting around in if he was re-animated and given adrenalin.

Anyway, that was my quick trip back to the flatlands of my homeland, and it was great. Essex brings good tempo (gridlock aside) and raises the voice.

Lots of congratulations to the newlyweds that drew Anna and I back there, and at least two apologies to the fabulous new wife, who’s great train kept making me think of finding some tent pegs… Continue reading “The Brothers Blogge”

The Beggar, The Joker, The Buzzard, The Blog

16th September 2017

So I just got back from Scotland with my Serious Biscuits co-conspirators. Goodness it’s good driving around those parts. Even the motorways are joy enough to make you back your speed down to a ton or so and take it all in. She gives good for the peepers, does Scotland, but there’s even more going on than that up there. I’m talking about moss. Continue reading “The Beggar, The Joker, The Buzzard, The Blog”

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