Peppermint liqueur, an after-dinner mint and thou, my dearest readers, are all I need to spend a Christmas Eve in my parents house. I started the day with absinthe, things simply spiralled from there…to be honest I haven’t really drunk since I left for Japan. I’m a bit freaked out by how much I do … Read More

I am well into that slightly tipsy state within which I shall pass the rest of the holiday, of course this is down to Dad since I have been to my Grandma’s today (and believe me I was sober for that!) I find that peppermint liqueur, which a great many of my friends tell me … Read More

So, not home yet in the beautiful hills and vales of dearest Royston. No, not by a long shot. I’m in Manchester eaking out my frustrations into my blog. There is also poetry, it will not be finding it’s way onto my creative pages. The journey started out badly when I had to get out … Read More

So, not home yet in the beautiful hills and vales of dearest Royston. No, not by a long shot. I’m in Manchester eaking out my frustrations into my blog. There is also poetry, it will not be finding it’s way onto my creative pages. The journey started out badly when I had to get out … Read More

I’m out of here. (Lancaster anyway, off back to Royston Vasey for what may well be a family Christmas in the wincemaking variety). Back next week.