Monthly Archives: July 2017

Sam Shepard died today. While not a great fan of his work, I do remember a rather powerful production of Buried Child at NIDA many years ago. While the play won a Pulitzer for its depiction of the American nuclear … Continue reading →

As I walked down Long Garden Walk having shopped at Waitrose I met a woman WOMAN: Morning! GAZ: Morning. WOMAN: And it’s a lovely one too! GAZ: That it is. At the moment. WOMAN: Oh, yes. Fingers crossed for the … Continue reading →

Don’t miss out! This is the latest in televisual delight. And a total steal at only 66 guineas! While considering the above bargain, I’ll just mention the weather at the moment. Today it rained pretty much all day. Okay there … Continue reading →

I always know when they leave things out of my latte because of the price. It’s been the same for… well, for years. So I was quick to jump on the discrepancy this morning when it was wrong. Except it … Continue reading →

Following on from last week’s latte art by Victoria, this morning she told me (and Christina and Emily) that a message from ‘on high’ has dictated that the baristas have to make three coffees with a pretty top before they … Continue reading →

Months ago I learned of an exhibition happening in Bristol featuring skeletons. Naturally I forwarded it on to Dawn with the suggestion that we should go and check it out. Today we went. After a bus, a fair number of … Continue reading →

Today Dave the Gardener turned up along with Adam and a van piled high with new railway sleepers…that have never actually been railway sleepers. The job this week was to rip up and replace the tar filled old ones that … Continue reading →

At the end of the day, we had two very exhausted puppies. They are generally pretty worn out when we go to a fete or the Surrey Show but this reached new heights of exhaustion. This is how they looked … Continue reading →

As my week of alliterative post titles draws to an end, I have to say that heading up to Waterloo and then onto Piccadilly Circus on a rainy Saturday morning is a really bad idea. Unless you like crowds and … Continue reading →