the adlards

There was once a man …

Perhaps rather than being committed I should be committed. It’d be a lot easier day-to-day and life in an institution can’t be that much more weird than what I’ve got now. Take this evening for instance. I was knackered. I wove through the thousands of police in London and made my way home. Walking towards […]

“the dog’s bollocks” as my Best Boss Ever used to say …

Josie was on top form this evening, telling me animatedly about her day, apparently spent popping balloons with her friends and then …

He wasn’t a friend – he was barely an acquaintance – but I’m still sad, and if he doesn’t return I shall miss him.

His test address (making enormous gender assumptions, I know) seems to be HomerRagtime@aol.com

So how would you expect two people (who, I remind you, haven’t had a normal night’s sleep for seven weeks, have been fighting off some malicious virus for five days, are responsible for two very small kiddies on a minute-by-minute basis and are just getting into the swing of being a family of four without […]

Seems a lot of people are playing catch today. Hundreds of police playing catch all over London (very, very well I might add); an as-yet unidentified (and now dead) victim of a game of catch between his Cessna and the lawn of the Reichstag; and, most importantly, Josie learning to play catch in our back […]

There was a man lived in a beautiful land that had had no rain. The sky was hard, the trees were bare and dust blew through the meadows, collecting in his eyes and the corners of his house …

(and not very good ones at that)