Category Archives: The parrot has landed.

The seven signs of ageing

Eagle-eyed readers may have spotted that I visited this topic previously many years ago.  As this blog has been going so very long, there is a possibility I was a mere child in my fifties when I did the writing.  … Continue reading

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Weighty matters

If you are a reader from the beginning of JaneLaverick.com (and for the sake of anyone new, this is my real name, who would invent it?), well done!  In September it will be twelve years.  The first thing I wrote … Continue reading

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The dangers of the free emission of flatus, and the subsequent effect on the ego.

Boris Noris, stupid boyHad habits you could not enjoy.His table manners were not greatHe let you watch him masticate.He licked his knife, he sucked his forkAnd, as he ate, he always talked. He was a windy child and grewAnd as … Continue reading

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Stupidity in the older woman (localised).

I am part of a Covid study from a London University, which is being done quite scientifically apart from not taking into account the Stupidity of the Older Woman.  This could also encompass the Stupidity of the Older Man for … Continue reading

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Room 101

When my last laptop died it took with it a lot of photographs, some of which were of my old school.  These were garnered on a trip back to school organised by old classmates.  Not everyone was able to go, … Continue reading

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Recycled joy.

The pandemic has thrown up some strange anomalies. One is the requirement to make a booking to throw rubbish away. Our local tip, manned by binmen, or, to put it in modern, our recycling facility, assisted by colleagues, lies at … Continue reading

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Smart remarks.

The world is divided into those who are adept at making a suitable retort and those who think of it three days later.  The S&H has always fallen into the former category, I am usually in the latter, though one … Continue reading

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Up, up and away!

The OH discovered a video on social meja of a young lady, probably about 19 or 20, expressing her frustration. ‘Nobody understands!’  she wailed, stamping around what looked like the kitchen, ‘I neeeed to go clubbing!’ Quite so.  My heart, … Continue reading

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Snow day.

It is snowing. If you live in bits of Canada, quite a lot of Sweden, the polar research lab in Antarctica, this is probably not very earth shattering news. In the West Midlands of the UK, an extremely temperate zone, … Continue reading

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Lurve and that.

The festival of St Valentine almost certainly had nothing at all to do with love.  It is a late adaptation of the pagan festival of Lupercalia in which half-clad, quarter-clad or not clad at all young men ran round Rome … Continue reading

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