A mother and her 13 yr old daughter, Holmfirth Cafe on a Sunny Sunday HER: “Mum, why is Holmfirth always chocca-ful of middle-aged blokes on bikes in leather ..? Or blokes on bikes in lycra? It’s so embarrassing.” ME: “You know why. Good biking routes – whether you’ve got a big engine or … or […]
Ministering to Mind Games
My first novel, ‘Mind Games and Ministers’ kind of erm … sold out. Which was nice. So, having recently published my second one (a sequel, if you like – ‘Cuckoo in the Chocolate’) I took the opportunity to ask the artist who designed ‘Cuckoo’, to have a bash at a new cover for a second […]
How We Murder Sleep
At last, the mainstream media have been following my blog en masse and have decided to invest the BBC’s money in investigating whether my sage advice on parenting and lifestyle in general, is as wonderful as we all know it to be. Only joking. But I do have to say, that it was smashing to […]
Flying WHOSE Flag?
I wouldn’t really consider myself a huge fan of national symbols. I can’t stand all of the jingoistic flag waving and ‘Ooh I’m so proud of my country me-I-am’ stuff. I tend to take the attitude of ‘accident of birth – what’s there to feel so chuffed about?’ Yes, if you ask me what I […]
Bored. Watching Paint Dry Season.
I keep getting nudged as to why I haven’t blogged for a while. But this is the beauty of having your own blog – of having no one to actually pay you, as you offer up your nuggets of wisdom to the rest of the unsuspecting world. It means that can keep your hand in […]
10 Reasons *Some People* Hate Yorkshire
***NB – this blog has been written with a very large slice of Tongue In Cheek. And Indeed – By a Lassie Of The North…*** Yorkshire Yorkshire Yorkshire. It’s all that we ever hear these days. I think that it’s about time that we had a full and frank commentary in relation to the damned […]