A Dead Good Blog

My favourite hiding place is in my head, but I didn't think I'd get much of a blog out of that, especially at the end of a miserabl...

About ten years ago I was having a problem sorted on my boiler and the engineer asked where a part of the system was. I said I had no idea a...

I don't often write about personal stuff, but I know some of you prefer my more autobiographical blogs, so this one is for you, a bit of...

I don’t know where I’ll end up with this because as I’ve been going through various meanings of hooked. I’ve come across a link to an exhibi...

One Enid Blyton book was all it took to set me off on a life-time of reading. I’ve mentioned before about the box of books left ‘for the lit...

""My dear fellow, you are cordially invited", so it read... an invitation to Endlings , Lord Abaddon's country pile near ...

I’d never heard of the word Endlings before and neither had friends when I asked them about it. It wasn’t Endings as I first thought when I ...

When I get asked 'Where are you from?' I'm not sure what answer to give, or even what answer people expect to hear. At least I d...

Of course it’s not Bolton, Lancashire anymore. Bolton, Greater Manchester doesn’t sound as good, does it? But that’s what it is now. I have ...

Our last virtual open mic night of the year will be on Thursday 4th December via Zoom. Early booking is advised.  There is no set theme, and...