Tag: england

I passed my driving test! 18 hours of driving lessons over three days, and a test on the fourth morning — and bingo! Apparently the instructor was ‘very impressed’, and the only mistakes I made were a) not looking into a mirror once while coming off a roundabout (rotary, for you Americans), and b) I didn’t look in my left blind spot after driving away from the emergency stop. The pig you see above — that disgusting swine — is…

Last weekend I spent three nights on a narrowboat. It was 55 feet long, 7 feet wide and about 6 feet high. You would think, with length being the only dimension in its favour, that the beds would be long enough for me… but alas. (I’m asleep in that photo, by the way — I think it was taken around 6am.) We spent four days navigating the beautiful river-cum-canal Kennet and Avon Canal. Back in the olden days, it trimmed…

England & Get Yer Kit Off! Seb: I’m not a big football fan. I supported a team once, when I was a teenager, when I had a best friend. I supported the same team as him because… well… you don’t just sit there in silence when the rest of the household are red-faced and screaming at the television. It’s just not done. I supported them for a few years; never did see an actual, live football match though, and I…

Are you ready? Things are going to change around here. I’m not quite sure how yet, but I thought I’d get it out in the open – that’s what blogs are good for, after all. Things are… different. In my head. Thoughts aren’t lining themselves up in the same way they used to. It’s unnerving. It’s hard to explain, to you, when the right words won’t come — it’s a bit Catch-22 like that (the book, incidentally, still lays unfinished…

Dude, where’s my pant? & Home & Away Seb: On Thursday I am off to Norway. This is both my homage to Norway (wool socks! water proof jacket!), and to a photo I took in 2009 before visiting the Faroe Islands. I had originally planned to go without the sandals, but didn’t want to ruin my lovely (and over-priced) wool socks. They’re snowboarding socks! So here I am, in my Jesus sandals… … As for the lack of pants —…

Oh come on, it’s almost as if they were named for the sole purpose of creating mirth and uncontrollable bouts of the giggles. Why oh why are they called TITS? The derivation would suggest it comes from some old meaning of ‘tit’ that means small, or perhaps similar to ‘tip for tap’ (tit for tat). Anyway, here in Sussex, we have lots of tits. Every year we seem to have more, probably because they tell tales of our house during…