Posts Tagged ‘day’

UKHamlet–master criminal

Posted: 9th May 2012 by Martyn in Crime and punishment, Urban Defile
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The police called at my house yesterday. Apparently, I had been seen driving at 35 in 30 mph zone in February and hadn’t return the NIP form to the traffic office. The Traffic Office had issued a request to the local police to haul me in. This is the trouble with being a hardened criminal. [...]

Another year

Posted: 19th March 2012 by Martyn in Life
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Today is my friend’s birthday. Gay left us on 27th May 2011 and not a day has gone by when I don’t think of her in some small way. This, in itself, is interesting because I never met her in real life: she was a virtual friend. We “met” on the internet about five years [...]

This is a newspaper advertisement from the 1960s. The open and naked prejudice of it is staggering in this day and age, but it was still only forty odd years ago. Today, of course, the modern Conservative Party has moved on from this and now embraces a non-discriminatory stance. I’m glad about that, not just [...]

When I first moved to Bridgend, I was greeted with a deep, resonant bark from my neighbour’s house. Somehow the word “bark” doesn’t fully convey the sound coming from over the honeysuckle laden fence between our houses. This was a “woof, woof, woof” of the most extraordinary timbre, the kind of noise you would hear [...]

If Mark Knopfler could write songs like Bob Dylan and had a half decent singing voice, he would be Richard Thompson. If there were any justice, Thompson would be a superstar and if I ever go to a better concert than this, then it will be the day after Wales beat the All Blacks… in [...]

There’s an idea being floated in the ranks of power that the BBC should be made to pay its own way. The concept is that through its own endeavours, the BBC should fund its activities and perform as a commercial organisation would have to. I disagree and I’ll tell you why. If the BBC had [...]

I’m not thin. In fact I’m what some would call a BHB – big handsome bloke. That doesn’t include me, because I don’t like being big. My bigness is more to do with genetics than diet – I eat moderately and do a certain amount of exercise, including visting the gym twice a week. Still, [...]

Jay sat in my living room sipping his cooling cup of tea. Had we passed in the street I would probably not recognised the tall, almost gangly, bespectacled figure, his loose blue cotton shirt flapping around him like the sails of an improbable yacht, mast thin legs striding in that peculiarly purposeful way that spoke [...]