When I wrote the last post, about The Stone Roses’ Second Coming debacle, I mentioned that I felt I might have been a bit hard on them and possibly I might do well to redress the balance of having a big old moan by being enthusiastic about something for a change. As it is, I’m…
Tag: Dogs
Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.
This post is about the best friend I ever had. That and fear. We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him. It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…
We’ll Eat Again. Or, There’s A Diet* Goin’ On.
My partner, sorry, my ‘girlfriend’ to be respectful to her – ‘partner’ is just me accidentally slipping into the Wild West fantasy role-play that I make her do with me: I’m The Sundance Kid, incidentally. Cheers. None of that’s true. However she does have coeliac disease. What that means is she can’t eat seal meat,…
I (Don’t) Wanna Be Your Dog. Or, How Identifying With Specific Species Of Non-Human Animals Had Unforeseen Consequences On My Outlook.
I was born into a household with a beagle in it. Sam wasn’t really all that domesticated but, spending much of my time in close proximity to the floor and periodically having a revolting smelling nappy meant that I was generally accompanied by him. They say that if you put a puppy with a litter…
MiddleRabbiting 