When shall we three meet again?
It’s hard work this blogging business. Servicing our 5 followers (that would be us 3, my mum and Trevor’s wife), providing wit and wisdom (debateable) every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday and replying to abusive followers – that would be my mum again. To make sure all this happens, we occasionally meet to discuss things like our SEO strategy and what tea we prefer. It’s not always possible to get together in person when one of our contributors is based on the other side of the world. So, Trev and I were delighted… Read More
The Confessions of a Tin Opener by Trevor Plumbly
As the car drove off, I faced a few days fending for myself and I realised that it wasn’t going to be quite as simple or relaxing as it once was. The old system worked fine in a big house; the washing, dishes, pots and empties could be ignored until the eve-of-return blitz. In a small cottage however, some sort of system would need to be followed to get the full benefit out of my temporary return to batchelorhood. First, a quick stock-take: the liquids were easy, tea, a few beers and… Read More
Emily’s Pepper Grinder Conundrum
Why is it that in most restaurants you have a salt shaker at your table but no pepper pot? More often than not, the waiting staff bring your main course, along with an over-sized pepper grinder and ask if you want black pepper. I like pepper. I might like more pepper as I eat my food, but I cannot have more unless I summon the waiter or waitress. Now salt on the other hand, well too much of it is bad for you we’re told, but you can shake away to your… Read More
Bottled Inspiration by Trevor Plumbly
There are only two options available when your brain isn’t producing anything worth writing about: you can, either (A) flag it and do something else, or, (B) seek inspiration. Being a stubborn sort, I decided that (B) was the way to go. But deciding to seek it and actually finding it caused a problem. Inspiration, I discovered, is bloody elusive. All sorts of important people credit inspiration for paving the way to their fame and fortune. But there’s the rub, they only do this after the event, publicly spouting “I owe it… Read More
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