You will understand why I did it though? Imagine the scene. I am sixteen years old, waiting to see a man who is not keen to see me. Mr McMahon. A man with a big responsibility. A maths tutor, handsomely paid by my parents and… Read More »Do not feed the fish…
Eagle eyed readers of this blog will have noticed that I have fallen foul of Google again; a repeat offender no less and such that my site is deemed unsuitable to carry any adverts. This is irksome. I refute whatever transgressions I am accused of… Read More »The big leagues…
On holiday as I am – and being a man – I am currently reading. For the last few days, Stephen King has been keeping me company with his latest tome, Mr Mercedes – and it makes me wonder why I don’t read more often.… Read More »Stephen King and his Mercedes Benz