When I was growing up, very little ever happened in my home town (well, birth town – even less ever happened where I actually lived)…
[In which, every Sunday, I pick the best of the week's 365 Days portraits for your derision, delectation or otherwise entertainment.] Day 75 In my…
Wasn’t it winter just last week or something? I didn’t expect to be woken on Saturday morning by bright sunlight creeping through the gaps (there’s…
Oh dear. I’m struggling with my lunchtime baked potato; I feel a little queasy. Perhaps it’s because they were playing James Blunt when I wandered…
