Category Archives: The parrot has landed.

Economical presents.

Here in the back end of January some people are so inconsiderate as to have birthdays.  What are you thinking, expecting presents when normal people are surviving on the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bin and trying to … Continue reading

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New year, old thingummyjigs.

Do you remember this? You don’t need much of a memory, in fact you can scroll down and read all about it.  This is a photograph of 13 cardboard toilet roll middles shoved into one cardboard toilet roll middle, prior … Continue reading

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Roll of honour.

What is this? I hope this is the most impressive photo of 2025. I think it is (I do have a new camera and actually will get it out of the box and try to learn it because the computer … Continue reading

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The last place (part 2, the second bit, B)

Me and Cleopatra, just like that.  Me and Mark Anthony, even closer. The other way of finding things you have lost, for the creatives among us, is to spend sixteen years (seventeen in September)  writing a blog.  As you do.  … Continue reading

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The last place.

‘You will find me in the last place.’  Cleopatra is supposed to have remarked to Mark Anthony just before he found her in her pyramid, thoroughly asped. She was not alone and not very original either, although she did have … Continue reading

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’Uge.

OOh I am so ’ungry.  I am. I have been the localised Oprah Winfrey of weight loss forever. I am half Italian, as I discovered just before my mother died, when she told me by mistake.  She was a controller … Continue reading

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Normal.

Who is Normal? I am not talking about Normal June who turned into Mary Lynne Manroe on some other planet, I’m talking about us. To which the response may well be, ‘Of course we’re not normal. we’re miniaturists (or quilters, … Continue reading

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Polly ticks.

Polly ticks is a parrot that’s swallowed a watch.  You will rarely find me addressing what some TV commentators identify as ‘the perlitical situation’. I have, moreover, filed this bit of thinking under The Parrot Has Landed, which I usually … Continue reading

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Electricity and so forth and happy birthday.

First, the birthday. Happy Birthday Tim Berners Lee, inventor of the Internet without which you would not be reading this, and there would be no point in me writing it.  You’ve got to hand it to him, that was jolly … Continue reading

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The electrical life 4

Last night, on my way to bed I thoughtfully pushed my socked foot gently under the side of the washing machine, for the joy that retrieving it dry would afford. You know, don’t you? Wet toes. I subsequently slid a … Continue reading

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