Leeway Trading Estate in Newport is one of those forgotten pieces of industrial detritus that litter the South Wales coastal plain like souvenirs from a previous economic era. It harks back to the days when someone could earn enough in a forty hour week to keep a family without supplementary benefits, a second income, a […]
The final answer…
by Marrick on August 30, 2012
Pity About The Fish
by Marrick on September 20, 2008
Landing at Goa airport was one amongst many adventures facing us. The airport isn’t a commercial facility in the truest sense; it’s a military base that has loaned its strip to the charter companies. The only problem is; the Goan military hasn’t woken up to the fact that they’ve lost the war. Goa is full […]
I love it when a plan comes together
by Marrick on March 22, 2007
The phone rings, and that moment every father dreads comes crashing into your world like a steroidal bull with a hangover. A voice you have known all your life speaks, deeper now, but still the boy you knew, now a man. His tones trembling, your son says; "Dad, you got to help me…." I received […]
Ibiza: the best you can say is it’s warm
by Marrick on August 4, 2005
I’ve been in Ibiza since Saturday. It’s changed a lot since my last visit in 1985. If you can imagine a Sluts’R’Us convention in Chav Central you’ll be somewhere near the unique ambience of this little jewel in the Med. Did I say jewel? I meant it in the tackiest possible way. If it weren’t […]
Service level aggravation
by Marrick on January 10, 2005
"I being of sound mind…" Last Will and Testament? No, this is a service level contract. The training department has decided that they want to become a semi-autonomous organisation within the company and as such have sought to renegotiate their inter-departmental agreements. This caught the I.T department on the hop, Jiffy our I.T. Manager quickly […]
January Marshes
by Marrick on January 8, 2005
I went for a lovely long walk with Patch today – trying to keep up my New Year Resolution to lose weight. We set off about nine this morning, across the playing fields at the back of my house, where semi-comatose schoolboys limbered up in sub-Beckham-esque fashion, preparing themselves for their weekly dose of parental […]
Bangers and Smash
by Marrick on January 5, 2005
There are many ways to send a perfectly good car to an early grave, the most obvious is to give it to a company rep. Less apparent, but lots more fun is to take it to Llandre Airfield on the third Sunday of the month and enter it into a contest with the bargain basement […]