Getting angry with the bird…

Not a chocolate eclair... Without getting my fruit bashed and bruised, this is the part when I confess that I have never been interested in being hip or fashionable. In fact, I never owned a pair of Adidas trainers until I was fifty years old, and when I hit that milestone of doing stupid shit … Continue reading Getting angry with the bird…

Alto's Odyssey

Gaming on the go…

Carry On Wayward Son... So it began - the long coach journey to London, to lose my Capital virginity hoping that someone would not cause an accident by driving like a Riddick (on phone and being two inches away from the vehicle in front) on any of the motorways that took me and the family … Continue reading Gaming on the go…