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Neanderthal Nativity

Back in the 70’s me and my big bro’ never participated in all of that nativity biblical re-enactment stuff. This could explain a lot of things for me and mine.  Like the fact that as a small child I hated those new-fangled advent calendars that came with crappy choccies behind their little doors. The ones […]

The Old Fashioned Shopping Addict (or All Shook Up In’th Shops part 2)

Yesterday’s blog was all about how giddy I got after visiting a certain department store named Harveys of Halifax. I promised to tell you how I managed to overcome the lustful consumerist excesses that I was tempted into whilst visiting their hallowed floors. So read on… ———– I hopped back onto the road back home […]

All Shook Up In’th Shops (part 1)

Some readers of this blog will know that I don’t really do shopping. Well, high street shopping I mean. I hate the same blandness that 95% of the stores here in the UK  represent these days. I despise the way that the big chains and the corporates assume that we’re a bunch of brainless, zombified […]

Gym Bobbins

Over the years I’ve been a member of your UK swanky city-centre female-0nly places; your corporate-shop ‘love your boss – love your gym!’ deals. And plenty of East Mancunian Spit n’ Sawdust in-betweeners. So I think that I do know my moolah’s worth – and that I’m good at judging the overall social-aggregate, when it […]

Don’t Be A Bird Brain

Followers will know that I like to blog about all kinds of stuff, but that I can become the gobbiest when it comes to the issue of ‘outsiders’. Yes, I get all crabby about those who are on the fringes of society (because of lack of income or birth right or connections) but I also […]

Pushing Her Nibs

Why? Why would anyone in the world NOT want to put pen to paper? To reach out, to inform, to entertain or to explain themselves via the written word? I had never understood those who didn’t like to write. Until I bred a family of aliens. (Although they think that it is I, who happens […]