My front door has developed a groan from the cold. In one of those marvellous twists of fate the groan is identical in every long note to the opening trombone blast of Bob Dylan’s ‘Everybody Must Get Stoned.’ ‘Baohh Baohhhhh!!!’ image from internet I walk into the house behind Grace and every time add in the descending ‘Baow, baow, baow, Before launching into the verse. ‘They’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good They’ll stone you just […]
Oh The Green Green Grass! or Another Train of Thought
Last Sunday my journey cost me my entire week’s income support. All of it. There is nothing quite like knowing on the Sunday that the rest of the week is all oozing out of the overdraft. The problem was that there were no trains to Kings Cross and we had to reroute and take taxis across London. By the time Grace and I were squeezed onto the Paddington to Bath train we were dishevelled, disgruntled and the stress had caused […]