Bumbags and birthdays

“Where did you get that from? Guatemala? Honduras?” I followed the Waitrose check-out lady’s gaze to my crotch area. Ah yes, I was wearing a multicoloured bumbag. Not for fashion reasons obviously, but as a nifty hands-free receptacle for any guinea pig grass I happened to find on my walk (I live in quite aContinue reading “Bumbags and birthdays”

We survived another year on this inevitable road to death

Not that I’m a pessimist or anything. I’m just potently aware of my own – and everyone else’s, mortality, and there’s nothing like the sudden arrival of New Year’s Eve to bring it all ┬árushing to the surface. Cheers! In Western culture we have a tradition of marking the start of each year with aContinue reading “We survived another year on this inevitable road to death”