Posts about me, my family and friends (yes I have some), Seymour the Wonder Cat and his not-so-trusty sidekick Norman the Newbie Cat and life in general, both online and offline
(This is the Online column, written for The Southland Times) I’ve stopped counting sleeps, it’s finally here. I’m on holiday. Right about now, I’m probably sorting out last-minute bits and pieces and packing my SPF-gazillion-plus sunscreen before I head off for a family holiday on the sunny Gold Coast. I think I’ve driven my colleagues […]
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Saturday got off to a sad start with a funeral but ended on a high note with a wedding held in my living room and attended by more than 100 guests. No, I don’t have the world’s biggest lounge — there were actually only about 40 people there in the flesh, the rest attended via
A couple of weeks ago, Southland Times sports columnist Jamie Mackay — unhappy with the way his column had been cut the previous week — suggested sub editors were a strange bunch of people who, as children, most likely pulled the wings off butterflies. Yes, I’m a sub editor. However, I’ve never tortured a butterfly.
So, that was Christmas (apologies to John Lennon for mangling his wonderful lyrics). I’m pleased to report there wasn’t a toaster, or any other unwelcome kitchen appliance, to be found under the oh-so-fake tree on Christmas Day. Instead, I was the happy recipient of assorted goodies that included such treats as a Hendrix DVD, Drambuie
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(This is the Online column written for The Southland Times) Are you ready for the big day yet? There are only two sleeps to go until Santa comes scudding down our chimneys. Well maybe not our chimneys. If the weather continues with its current unsummer-like trend, Santa might just get a scorched bum if his
(This is the Online column written for The Southland Times) Well, Tuesday got off to a bumpy start with the earthquake that rocked our world here in the deep south. I was in bed when the quake hit and was suddenly joined by my rather large, and rather wimpy, dog Boof. Much to the disgust
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Cough, cough. I’m back. Between whooping cough and the assortment of generally nasty lurgies doing the rounds at the moment, it seems half the office is either crook or recovering. Getting back to work this week, now that I’m officially not infectious, I was greeted by a cacophony of coughs. However, it’s good to be
A special note for my very own pervy reader I appear to have cultivated: If you’re going to send e-mails of that nature, it’s much more effective if the smutty bits are spelt correctly. You might find https://www.dictionary.com/ helpful. Please, step away from the keyboard and wash your hands. And don’t do that, you’ll go
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