My friends and family all understand one very important thing about me when it comes to food. It’s very simple and can be expressed as “Woe betide any restaurant that fails in the ‘feed me, satisfy me’ area, because I must admit that I get quite pissy.” One such restaurant that suffered my ire, and … Continue reading
There’s another clumsy post, in which I detail how I once tripped over a tree. Which has strangely disappeared from this blog. Annoyingly. This was whilst I was a member of the Cambridge University Officer Training Corps. Unfortunately, for myself and the taxpayer, my clumsiness wasn’t restricted to tripping over trees. No, I once broke a … Continue reading
Corporal Garth Broadshaw adjusted the cuff on his dress uniform; tugging out a wrinkle here, smoothing a crinkle there. Satisfied that they were as perfect as they could be, he pulled gently at his starched collar, wincing as his fingers brushed against the chafed skin of his neck. Sighing, he straightened up in his saddle and … Continue reading
Finally, at last, the day has come for the kidney stone that has been the bane of my life since October 17th, 2014 to be removed. Well, blasted into tiny bits by a laser up my willy, I think that I’ll still have to do the actual removing. Which is going to be exactly like … Continue reading
Last year I was invited to submit a story to what will most likely become one of the most well-known Doctor Who books there ever was;, the War Doctor charity anthology, Seasons of War. Now, you might think I’m joking, or wondering ‘eh? Who the hell are you, just some fan boy?’, but I’m not. … Continue reading