I was walking through the woods this week and I saw a man doing something in the undergrowth. Norman ran to investigate this strange happening. So I shouted for him ‘Norman.’ The man looked round. Notice, it was the man who
I was walking with Norman this week and saw this: An old fridge had been dumped into a pond. You could call it a pond, or you could call it a dark and lonely water. I had a uneasy, deja-vue
I’m on the train right now, on my way to see Bruce Springsteen at Villa Park in Birmingham, so I’m very excited. At least I hope I’m on the train. I wrote this yesterday and the trains were still running
This week I’m not going to mention Father’s Day, because I’ve been going on about it too much in the last couple of weeks. Who cares if your father looks like this, a week on Sunday? I mean him looking like
I took a deep dive into some serious data this week, just to help you out. In 2022 retail spending on Father’s Day was estimated to be £951 million. Now I don’t expect you to spend all that at Skwiggles,
