A mother and her 13 yr old daughter, Holmfirth Cafe on a Sunny Sunday HER: “Mum, why is Holmfirth always chocca-ful of middle-aged blokes on bikes in leather ..? Or blokes on bikes in lycra? It’s so embarrassing.” ME: “You know why. Good biking routes – whether you’ve got a big engine or … or […]
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 […]
Last of the Summer Whine…
DIALOGUE BETWEEN 8 YR OLD DAUGHTER AND FATHER – LISTENING TO BBC RADIO 4 MIDDAY NEWS FATHER: I can’t believe what he’s on about. I used to like Nick Clegg. He’s talking utter twaddle. 8 YEAR OLD: Yeah. But it isn’t really him, anyway. FATHER: What do you mean? 8 YEAR OLD: It’s not even him! […]