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What TO Buy. (In the Name of Poor Wee Mickey.)

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Regular readers of this blog will know that I’m the kind of gal who hardly fits the stereotype of ‘possesses female biological bits. Must love shopping.’ Indeed no. Can’t abide the activity. And yet when I heard that a good pal/colleague of mine; international coffee and barista expert, Paul Meikle Janney, had just appeared on […]

I Don’t Bring Me Flowers.

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“Hey Mum! Dad’s home and looks like he’s bought you some flowers!” It’s been a long and hard few weeks. To say the least. Dishwasher died just before Christmas. Okay – the least of my worries, but bloody annoying nonetheless. Although I’ve been putting on a brave face. I’ve been trying to *pretend* that I […]

Bored. Watching Paint Dry Season.

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I keep getting nudged as to why I haven’t blogged for a while. But this is the beauty of having your own blog – of having no one to actually pay you, as you offer up your nuggets of wisdom to the rest of the unsuspecting world. It means that can keep your hand in […]

Let’s Prevent This Tosh

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A young Pakistani/British guy with a long beard etc from Bradford has just been poodling about in my kitchen, trying to fix our boiler. He seemed a bit shy/lonely at first, but then he commented on the maps plastered all over our kitchen walls, at the picture of Malcolm X; “Hey – it’s nice to […]

We Need To Talk About…. Scientific Research. Or not.

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We live with a man who frequently rants about the uselessness of most academic studies. When he isn’t shrieking at those poor beleaguered clever-sorts who are ushered into the media spotlight, on the telly or on the radio (i.e. “Your rising inflection is killing me!”, “Why the hell do these so-called experts always have to […]

Mysteries and Coffee-Related Time Lapses

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This is the final review from the Ilkley Literature Festival to be posted up here on my own pages. The others will soon be made available on the festival site itself, because I’m just conscious of the fact that everyone who follows this blog doesn’t get as all steamed-up and frothy around the gob as […]