Three Chavs and a Packet of Crisps
Well, I’ve barely been back in the UK for 24 hours and I already have an all-new train adventure to tell you about. I mean, I didn’t expect this much…
Me, George, and a Bottle of Ouzo
What with all the Presidential fanfare going on and being back in America this past month, I guess it brought back some memories for me. You see, I too, had…
Bonnie Parker Meets Scarface (New Year’s Eve in South Florida)
This little piggy went to the market… Have you noticed that something always seems to happen whenever I go to America (or anywhere for that matter)? Lost luggage, mishaps, scraped…
The Black Death (Alive and Kicking)
They don’t call this country “Blighty” for nothing. It seems like everyone’s always ailing around here, especially me. I get shot of one malady, only to have another swoop down…
Shot on the South Bank
Is it possible to love someone so strongly, so overwhelmingly, you’d be willing to sell your soul to the devil to have him? That is the opening line to my…
Wrecked on the Isle of Wight (Minus a Ship)
Let me just say that rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated. It was like a scene from out of an Agatha Christie whodunnit: an old manor house, a…
Facebook: The Anti-Social Social Network
You know that expression “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”? Well, how about “Hell hath no fury like a social networker scorned”? A couple of weeks ago I…
Three Essex Boys and a Loft
How many eligible single women out there can claim they’ve had three Essex boys in their loft? What about how many eligible single erotic-fiction writing women? Bet you can’t even…
Bespoke in the East End
(Sunday S&M lunch…) Can someone please tell me what in hell is up with this “bespoke” business? Lately I’ve been seeing it all over the place. The first time was…
Beannachd Leibh (Scotland Part 3)
Right, you’ve stuck it out this long, and for that I give you credit. Do you realise this is turning into a long-term relationship? Hey well, I’ve been told I’m…
