Monthly Archives: November 2019

The first successful landing on a moving ship was performed on HMS Furious by Squadron Commander Edwin Dunning in his Sopwith Pup, during trials in early August 1917. This followed the first successful landing on a stationary ship by Eugene … Continue reading →

London Bridge (as opposed to Tower Bridge which Americans seem to think is London Bridge) is pretty unlucky. For some reason, dickheads like to kill people on it. They like to strap knives to their hands and slash and vent … Continue reading →

Today was another great morning, crappy afternoon weather type day. I had a Talking Newspaper for Haslemere so half my journey was lovely while the other was threatening a drenching. As it was, I didn’t get rained on. Oddly enough, … Continue reading →

Following on from yesterday’s diatribe…today, Jeremy Clarkson said that Greta Thunberg is an idiot because she’d ruined this year’s car show. How pathetic is that? He claims that since she started going on about climate change and greenhouse gases destroying … Continue reading →

The more the impending election creeps forward, the more I begin to wonder why we are governed by a bunch of old people (mostly men) who have no idea what is really happening. With the world either in flames, underwater … Continue reading →

I have to hand it to Gardener Dave and Matt, they work whatever the weather. Today it started a bit damp but steadily managed to get wetter and wetter until they sloshed around the garden looking like a couple of … Continue reading →

There’s a new bookshop in Farnham. It’s called the Blue Bear Bookshop and it’s in the Borough. That’s rather sad. Not the fact that a new independent shop has opened or that it’s a bookshop (though I’m not sure how … Continue reading →

This morning, as I walked into town, I passed a lady on a bench. I’ve been saying good morning and afternoon to her for years. She used to have a big old lumbering dog but I think he must have … Continue reading →

It’s been ten weeks and the puppies are getting a bit unruly. Or, rather, their hair is. Mirinda reckons that the moment they start looking cute, I race them up to Kate and she shears them within less than an … Continue reading →