Dodgy Burgers and A Decent Roast Sunday evening and I’m writing. No shock there. I write most evenings. But this is a good Sunday evening. Because there’s no work tomorrow. Suits... August 30th, 2026
The Fifteen-Minute Sync with Seneca Wednesday morning and I'm clacking the keys on my Chromebook. I say clacking, because my fingers are sixty one years old and have the agility... August 26th, 2026
How to Be Wrong in Comfort On a Tuesday evening, faced with the usual wall of mind-numbing television, there is only one sensible response: turn off the screen and attempt some... August 25th, 2026
The Old Sea Dog I'm putting my feet up in the evening after a cracking summer day on the Isle of Wight. I'm sunburned, knackered but chuffed because we... August 10th, 2026
