The undead lurks in the freezer
The undead lurks in the freezer
My brother dropped a crayfish over last Thursday. Dead, I presume.
Dazed and Confused
Exploring Renaissance period a testing cultural experience
Exploring Renaissance period a testing cultural experience
Most rational thinkers would agree a Renaissance Man is a man to be envied. Cultured, debonair and successful in many different areas, the Renaissance Man will always be invited to prestigious dinner parties, and clapped on the back at significant art openings.
Faster than a speeding bullet fired blindfold
Faster than a speeding bullet fired blindfold
Scientists attempting to explain the feat of the Rosetta spaceship whanging a robot thingee down on the comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko, said it was like shooting a bullet at a speeding bullet while blindfolded and riding a horse.
Mimicking maturity in our coffee bar days
Mimicking maturity in our coffee bar days
Coffee bars. Were they so long ago?
Show of hands exhilarates
Show of hands exhilarates
Some days, just nothing happens.
Time to stand and deliver
Time to stand and deliver
Why do couriers run?
As Donne said, 'Coro' best when Ken on the pull
As Donne said, 'Coro' best when Ken on the pull
The 16th century poet John Donne, who wrote of death like no other, once said Coronation Street is at its best when Ken Barlow is on the pull.
I discover the joy of burning fudge
I discover the joy of burning fudge
If there is one truism that is truer than the truest of all that is true, it is if you are looking for something, you will find something else.
Can't beat a spoon for dining
Can't beat a spoon for dining
We all peak at different ages. And the skills we have in adulthood are mastered in many weird and wonderful ways.
Pshaw to your mad theory, Complete Stranger
Pshaw to your mad theory, Complete Stranger
A complete stranger, male, small, assailed me in Diesoline Cafe last week, whanging the preposterous theory down on the table that my column-ending predictions and promises are bunkum, that they would never, or could never, happen.
Where is the future of music?
Where is the future of music?
Epiphanies strike in strange places.
Sweet temptations of retail
Sweet temptations of retail
In the fetid rotting swamp that is modern retail, many established shops have chosen diversity to survive.
Tall tales and true from the dim past
Tall tales and true from the dim past
We have been told by our elders for years of the power and beauty of storytelling. Oral history. Forget Google, go to the people who were there and make them talk.
Of Artoo-Deetoo and See-Threepio
Of Artoo-Deetoo and See-Threepio
During a routine nightly four-hour session on YouTube last week, I tumbled into an engaging little doco called Humans Need Not Apply.
Time to break open the bargain bin
Time to break open the bargain bin
Despite predicting just about everything that has ever happened, the prophet Nostradamus has come in for a power of criticism over the years.
Sailing through life unintelligently
Sailing through life unintelligently
Two close personal friends and I flung ourselves into a ferocious shouting fuddle last week on the topic of intelligence.
How and where should one wait in a pharmacy?
How and where should one wait in a pharmacy?
I don't think there is any doubt at all among rational thinkers that the most testing time in life comes when you are waiting for a prescription to be filled in a pharmacy.
Ready to race generous, finish big
Ready to race generous, finish big
In a rare moment of idiocy admission, I wrote here a couple of years ago of owning a part of a racehorse, Azaross, a horse with ever-so-tiny connections to genealogical greatness in France.
Have the coat, need an occasion
Have the coat, need an occasion
There comes a time, after the chronological accident of high school, which threw you together with unlikely humans, that you gather together real friends, who share common interests and exist on an approximately similar intellectual level.
One of the Wonders of the Modern World
One of the Wonders of the Modern World
There is something about being a tourist that cranks my quaw.