In my first ever periodical post back on 8th September 2012, I described my little slice of the interweb as “a safe refuge, an air raid shelter or bunker if you will”, a little escapism away from what’s happening in the world. Well, it’s been difficult to escape the horror of Monday night’s terrorist attack […]
Residing in T’North of England, we get a great deal less sun than my chums at the other end of the country. Take last Wednesday evening when my beloved and I dashed out to take a few quick pictorials of my jolly green ensemble. The sun was slowly disappearing and it was quite humid. Then […]
Residing in T’North of England, we get a great deal less sun than my chums at the other end of the country. Take last Wednesday evening when my beloved and I dashed out to take a few quick pictorials of my jolly green ensemble. The sun was slowly disappearing and it was quite humid. Then […]
When I was five years old, I was interviewed by the local newspaper (goodness knows why). One of the questions posed to me was the old favourite, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. My response was that a career in the police force beckoned. Possibly influenced by a plastic toy policeman […]
In which G.M. Norton invites a Handlebar Club chum to recount his Chap Olympiad experience. Last Saturday, the 10th Chap Olympiad was held at Bedford Square Gardens in Londinium – an annual event where ladies and gentlemen gather for a wonderfully eccentric day of picnics, hobnobbing and competing for Chappish glory in ‘sporting’ challenges. Sadly, my […]
When I was five years old, I was interviewed by the local newspaper (goodness knows why). One of the questions posed to me was the old favourite, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. My response was that a career in the police force beckoned. Possibly influenced by a plastic toy policeman […]