So Rupert Murdoch and all he owns are evil and all the lefty reporters in The Guardian are right and all the right-wing readers of The Sun are wrong. Meh. The man’s eighty and he’s survived thus far…some fantasist somewhere could make the point that being made a diabolical figure in the West might well … Read More

For the first couple of years after I returned from living in Japan anything could set me off. I really missed the place. Logically it was the first place I had where I had a job, I had my own flat, I could pay my bills, take the train where I chose so it wasn’t … Read More

OK. Yet more conversations are pushing my art buttons. Art is something I care a great deal about (seriously I have a degree in it and I wanted to teach it – you couldn’t have guessed right?) and it’s something I feel like I know about too. (I had gallery shows and people bought stuff … Read More

I almost wrote this as soon as I had returned from the Green County back to Castle Moon. Then I didn’t, suffering that laissez-faire laziness that is me with a thousand and one things to do and no schedule. The Princess and Britney were up at the weekend using my place as a crash-pad and … Read More

I’m back in the Green County for a bit. As is the norm when staying with my parents I seem to have been drinking solidly for about five hours. This afternoon I drove them around garden centres and B&Q in preparation for the masterpiece they want me to create on the garage and the shed…ie. … Read More

Well he’s clearly Superman as he’s grown new blood vessels to the extent that some of the old ones are flowing the wrong way and confusing doctors. He had his second operation today but he has to go back for a third one in August.

“I want to play!” said the four year old, stamping her foot and with a lower lip that threatened at any second to scream and tell Mum that she was displeased with her elder sister. “We can’t play our inside games” sighed the six year old, “It’s summer and the Parents won’t let us back … Read More

I really dislike anger, I don’t get along with it. In others (especially men) it makes me scared (and thus usually snappish and confrontational). In myself…well I get the urge to hit things, dig into the ground like it offended me or just scream a lot and I really, really don’t like it. Now, regular … Read More

The Last NS was staying with me this weekend so I didn’t get to go to Castle Moon’s slutwalk, which I was a bit sad about but given that I only found out about it this week I didn’t have the time to re-organise things. I guess it’s obvious that SlutWalks are right up my … Read More

Sunday afternoons and evenings are always a little strange and usually in a pleasant way. For years they used to be my time to myself, I’ve had a number of awesome sexual experiences on Sunday evenings and vaious boardgames and roleplaying games have occurred on Sundays. Sunday evenings lately are spent in front of CSI … Read More