Category Archives: Unreliable memories

The rugby match kicks off at five o’clock on Saturday afternoon and will be over by seven o’clock, which means there is plenty of time to get to the gig – if I have the courage to go. It is … Continue reading →

The first day of the month. Do people in primary school in England still go up to friends, pinch them on the arm and then give them a punch on the arm, and not always a friendly one, while saying, … Continue reading →

On the road from Glastonbury to Taunton, it was a filling station in that old sense of the term. It was not a garage, for that would have suggested the possibility of mechanical repairs, instead it was three pumps with … Continue reading →

In Somerset, it is the season of fairs: Bridgwater, the greatest of them all, will take place next week. Our local fair was at Long Sutton.  It was a funfair small enough to fit onto the village green, but it … Continue reading →

Apparently, Larry the cat at Number Ten Downing Street is the only permanent resident. It was a story that prompted speculation by the presenter of the radio programme as to how long cats lived. Sadly, for those with an affection … Continue reading →