OR OUR LITTLE CHAP BETTER KNOWN AS “FAT GIT” OR “THE BRUTE” Didn’t sleep again last night until I knew he’d made it through the night. It was a very heavy duty op and took […]

OR OUR LITTLE CHAP BETTER KNOWN AS “FAT GIT” OR “THE BRUTE” Didn’t sleep again last night until I knew he’d made it through the night. It was a very heavy duty op and took […]
OR OUR BOY BRUTUS “FAT GIT” THE BULLDOG, IS VERY SICK GIVE HIM POSITIVE VIBES PLEASE
OR LETS DREAM OF THE GOOD TIMES THAT WILL COME AGAIN.
Solo travellers unite!
As I look back at the last couple of years of April fool pics I am reminded of the abosolute wonder of the world and also notes of what I should have seen as warnings from my time in Asia. When I actually went to China its unpleasant underbelly was exposed to me so I don’t know why I’m surprised they are opening their vile animal trade all over again in their markets with the same bats that “apparently” started this all.

OR IS NOBODY TO LAUGH THESE DAYS? Tomorrow, first of January, has always been a time of much hilarity at the expense of people who aren’t up early enough and can be sprung upon. In […]
OR. I’LL SAVE MY VITRIOL, CONSPIRACY THEORIES AND HISSY FITS TIL LATER WHEN IT’S ALL NORMAL AGAIN.
ALERT: This is a very late post but because of being on the road due to having a new kitchen fitted and my house being unfit to live in. I stayed in Richmond first hence going to Hampton Court the following day all was closed in the vicinity so no Ham House etc. Then the hotels all closed so I was kicked out of Z Hotel and finally returned home to chaos and builders dust and god knows what other filth. So from the lockdown I have been piecing my house back together and unpacking and sterilising all my shit and giving it all new order. In other words I’ve been too fucking busy and freaked out to write. Each surface I clean and old things that turn up make me feel, much like the lock in this will pass organically and all will be well. Semi normality has returned so now this old bird will sing again.
Alert: this is all very silly and childish. On a more serious note, the birds seems to have vanished. Anybody experienced the same?
They all nodded solemnly and continued to chain smoked while watching him ranting and raving and swearing and punching his fist to the heavens.
Finton apparently was no longer completing the key transactions which also involve a deposit for the precious thing.
OR SURVIVING ENTERING BEJING, CHINA BY TRAIN AND THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE.

OR HOW TO APPROACH THE DREADED GYM.
I’m going to say this once and once only. You have to be fit for travel at any age but it’s VITAL as you get older. I sin in many ways, and love it, I do, but on returning to London I get back in the gym and always find it easier than I thought and the buzz after doing exercise is euphoric. It removes the winter blues even when you walk back home after in the pouring rain. It makes you feel, erm, smug and self-righteous. Nothing wrong with that old birds, nothing. I intend to do this till I’m at least 80!
