Sun Dried Sparrows

In the house where I grew up my dad spent most of his free time in a room we called ‘The Study’.   If that sounds terribly middle-class,...

I think I’m about to find a time machine in my garden.   I’ve uncovered two things that lead me to believe this.   Digging down in the sandy...

There have been a few snippets of conversation in this blogging corner recently about travelling with bands.   I did my little stint of ...

Well, well, well, as Jeremy Kyle might say.   The DNA results are in.  It didn't take long to get to the truth though -  I'm so impr...

What a miserable time of year. I'm all for some light relief and a little blogging frivolity always helps.... So, yes, the rather fetc...

A little bird told me there have (allegedly) been an increasing number of  improbable rock'n'roll couplings resulting in offspring w...

This weekend I had to paint lots of little men for the latest children's book commission, a story set many years ago.  These men – 12 o...

(I'm getting a bit hooked on these weird Victorian cards) It's been another mixed year (has it ever been anything else?) - a ...