No, the title of this blog is not a reference to Arsenal’s transfer targets or those that are following the UKIP parties Twitter feed. It is how many birds we consume at Christmas in the UK. Did you also...
With Regret, You’re Fired
With Regret, You’re Fired Somewhere in an inhospitable graveyard of baggage lies a black suitcase arrested from our hands 11 days ago, promised to us before Christmas Day and almost now pronounced lost at sea. We have yet to...
A Christmas Difference
I’ll start this blog with a disclaimer. You’ve seen and heard them right? There’s the ones on the radio where the voiceover is set to Eminem rap speed to recite the T’s and C’s at the end of the...
The 19 year old that climbed out of the window and disappeared
For those worrying about the state of Taz, I can assure you he has settled into his new life better than Sam did. Somewhere over Greece our only son is heading back to the UK opting for the bite...
Cyprus – Don’t Mention the Sun
First blog from Cyprus – Don’t mention the sun After ‘Bag Gate’ with Monarch and the unbelievable exhaustion of the last few weeks, we are this morning sitting in the yellow thing that shall not be named, reflecting on...
The Day of the Empty Coathanger
Strong women. Our life in a car. Taz 6.5 years, Sam 19, Michelle (never mention a ladies age) and I (2 years older than Michelle). 4 maxed up suitcases and hand luggage. Behind us, an empty house, an echo...
The Hangover
There’s nothing like a pint of ‘Wife Beater’, but I think the drink named for how Stella brings out the violent side in men has a new meaning. It is what happens to the male the following morning when...
So long, farewell, (oh, you know the rest of it)
My last day. Usually, when a person leaves work they spend much of their day touring the department, speaking to those they know, saying things like “I’ve loved working here but…” as a sort of ‘I’m getting out but...