Let soup be soup

Hi, The week is done and so the call of the weekend begins. Somehow I clocked up three miles of walking today. I say this as a reason why I had a nap after tea, rather than as an achievement. 😁 Today’s post – usually given the last few – may be more upbeat, but will continue in the usual vein of claptrap and bunkum. What an amazing title for a quirky old shop that sells rare curios and books…. Some, mais out, may be of eldritch enhancement, but never cursed. Ïä, ïä 🐙 Thursday Due to an unfortunate clash of fortunate events, I was in Bloke Mode again this time around. The good news is that Child 2.0 had […]

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Pressing the backspace key

Hi, I’m having issues at the mo around writing. The ideas come quickly enough and yet I feel I’m self censoring. Just the other day I started a reply to someone and I stopped. Not because it was mean, unkind, or dodgy: but simply, if I don’t say this, does it matter? Sharper tongued readers may be asking that about the whole blog…. and they’d not be wrong! 😁 I felt urged to comment – perhaps even satirically – around recent rulings (see here: The Good Law Project and PinkNews here) – but again, why? Those reading this are likely to trans or allies, and in ‘preaching to the choir’ is anything likely to change? I could spend that energy […]

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Sssh

Hi, Those of you with eagle eye action – there’s a modern pop culture reference for you 😉 – may well have noted the lack of the usual Friday night post on YATGB. A combination of too much week at the end of the motivation and… if I’m honest, I’m not sure I have much to say. To the latter, yeah, what’s new? 😉 I think I’ve mentioned before, the idea of having bags of sugar to carry. Why sugar? Well, they’re handy 1Kg weights and it’s not like you could but flour during lockdown 😉 I guess with the summer – the heat, the clothes, my body issues (Hairy McMary vs Chalky McSquaky), etc. Well, it’s a number of […]

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A mixed bag

Hi, How’s things? Hopefully good. Heed the spoons I feel I ran out of spoons this week. Not in the literal sense, I should add. If that had been the case, as official Loader & Unloader of the Device Known as the Washer of Dishes*, it would’ve been my fault. Perhaps like all official or ceremonial titles, the truth of it is the work is not done by one person alone 🙂 So, spoons as in this and there was no major crisis or deep, unsettling cause. More a case of whatever and whenever they’d been used up; well, no spoons means it’s a nonstarter. To jump metaphors: sitting in the car, the fuel guage is low, and you’re not […]

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Home

Hi, I moved to Nottingham around thirty years ago. It’s a beautifully vibrant city that’s filled with people from different backgrounds, ages, cultures, genders, and sexualities. With two large universities, new folk arrive to keep us old hands on our toes. It’s not quite proper North, but it ain’t Southern in outlook either. It’s a true melting pot both as a city and as a county. We have one of the most affluent boroughs in the UK (Rushcliffe) and some of the poorest (Mansfield district). Economic history has not always been kind to good folk of Nottingham. But, we soldier on…. and usually with a wry smile and a knowing look. So it is that the news of people being […]

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Find a way

Hi, Like technology and government funding, the hot weather has only just reached the East Midlands. 🤪 Okay, that’s enough about politics and the weather. How’s things with you, dear reader? Crackers With the rise in pollen my body has been kind to me by going into immune system high alert. I mean, nevermind the lurking remains COVID19, summer colds, and pollution: look out for grass & flower dust! The nefarious menace that runs rampant in our countryside, parks, and gardens! Be gone microscopic terror! Back to the petals and plants that spawned you! -ahem- To that end, I retried some over the counter hay fever relief tablets… and I won’t be taking that brand again. Last summer when I […]

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