Me and my brother used to play a game called Who Loves Me Most with our dog. Him dying ruined all that, but we held (and hold) no grudges, because little Freddy was a fine hound.
The game was extremely cruel, easily as cruel as cyst removal is to someone with a great many cysts, and probably caused untold—mainly because Freddy couldn’t tell us—suffering to our poor little dog. And it went like this.
My younger brother would take his Read the rest of this entry »
Hard boiled eggs used to be me and my brother’s favourite thing when we were younger. I try and get in to the spirit of eating them as an adult every now and again, but it’s just not the same anymore, and nothing I can do seems capable of bringing back that old time magic. And it’s nothing to do with the actual eating, because, if anything, my hard-boiled egg cooking skills are now honed to perfection and as good Read the rest of this entry »
Photographs are magic, there’s no doubt about it. I can’t imagine how annoying it must have been in the age before camera existed; being blessed with the perfect sunset and knowing that nobody else will witness what you did.
But at the same time, come on, think about it: you don’t need to take photographs constantly, and you especially don’t need to take the same photos over and over again, do you? This was the case with my third girlfriend, Read the rest of this entry »
I can’t make my mind up about horses. On the one side I think they are beautiful majestic creatures unlike no other, and that their powerful legs and impressive main is a good thing and to be worshipped by all men, women and children, and on the other I am terrified out of my mind by their raw-power, odd ’neighing'characteristics, and ready to run in the opposite direction (in zig-zag style, because everyone who’s scared of horses properly knows that Read the rest of this entry »
Everything has a limit, that’s the way life works. But when this limit is exceeded—the worker asked to work another weekend one too many times, or the bird mocked by the pigeon, pushing the hound past the point of no return—then catastrophe descends, striking with Bruce Lee like force!
Take the humble jacket for example. I grew up in a small village where a jacket was considered a jacket by way of simple and accurate definition: that is, a thing Read the rest of this entry »
If you’re the kind of person who doesn’t bother reading titles, wake up: this article is about TEA. How to Make Tea? Don’t scoff at me! Making Tea is not a simple case of chucking a tea-bag in. Anyone who thinks so seriously needs to look in the mirror and drag what remains of their tortured soul out and give it a through and sound kicking! If you really analyse it, you can trace all the problems of humanity back Read the rest of this entry »
Corporate companies, aggggh! What are these things? Faceless monsters with not a care in the world for the individual, or is that a bit harsh? Well, it might be accurate for some of the world’s ‘leading’ companies, whose idea of ‘fair trade’ means a vending-machine that doesn’t have a problem returning the right change, but it’s not accurate for Enigin(I am reasonably sure that an Enigin vending-machine might even give you too much change!). How is that you ask? Read the rest of this entry »