steven harris
Scotland Decided

Thunder, loud and irritable, woke me at a little past five this morning. I failed to return to sleep. My psyche meeting was at ten so I filled time by checking in with the results of the Scottish Referendum.

For the uninitiated, Scotland was contemplating divorcing England and leaving the union of the United Kingdom. It was all very civilised, aside from some typical political posturing and…

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In Which I Am Thankful And Fed

In Which I Am Thankful And Fed

Roast chicken? Of a Thursday? Why yes. I can roll any way I choose, thanks for your culinary concern. If you’re vegetarian or a poultry-hater look away now but already the delicious aroma of slowly roasting farmyard bird is exuding from my kitchen. It’s dead, I’m not cooking it alive. I’m a carnivore, not a total bastard.

Why am I making myself the sort of meal more traditionally reserved for…

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Spud I Like

Where did those nineteen years go to, then? A few moments ago, barely the blink of an eye, my son was a new baby, swiftly nicknamed Spud by me because he was all wrapped up like a jacket potato during his first winter. Then all of a sudden he’s nineteen years old! One of us is getting old and, given he’s still a teenager for another year I’m assuming the old one must be me.

It’s a privilege and…

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Zednozednozednozed

Another night plagued by insomnia. Another day likely to be spent in bed. Thrilling.

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Unhappy Is Allowed

The weekend has been damp squib-like. Not actually damp. The weather is ok I think. It’s an expression.

Unhappy Is Allowed

The weekend has been damp squib-like. Not actually damp. The weather is ok I think. It’s an expression.

Kerblammo Rap
And you're utterly certain you didn't know your sexual preferences back in the 80s, George?

And you’re utterly certain you didn’t know your sexual preferences back in the 80s, George?

Yuck. That’s my head. Yuckety, yuck and yuck some more.

The cause? in-fucking-somnia. Grr. Haven’t been pestered by this old nemesis for quite some time then WHAM, out of the blue George Michael and Andrew Ridgley punch me in the face all night. No, that’s Wham! I mean, KERBLAMMO, sleep refuses to fold me…

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Not Watching The Wheels

What a week. Well, that makes it sound like massively grandiose things or hugely traumatic things or immensely exciting, adrenalin-buzz things have occurred.

Not Watching The Wheels

What a week. Well, that makes it sound like massively grandiose things or hugely traumatic things or immensely exciting, adrenalin-buzz things have occurred.

The Day Of The (Maniacal) Cackle

The Day Of The (Maniacal) Cackle

The entire police force of Devon and Cornwall plus the nation’s army are on red alert today. They are hunting for my missing brain cells. I know I had some brain cells when I went to bed last night. Can’t find them this morning.

This is a national disaster. Imagine if I can’t relocate and reinstall my brain cells. No more stupid blog posts on which literally nobody relies. No more randomly…

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Even If You Have, Even If You Need

Oh okay then, here’s a proper blog post. Sky – nice. People – nice. Shopping – surprisingly nice.

Even If You Have, Even If You Need

Oh okay then, here’s a proper blog post. Sky – nice. People – nice. Shopping – surprisingly nice.

Shush!

Shush! http://wp.me/slZtQ-shush

I haven’t blogged today. You haven’t seen me, right?

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