Memoirs Of A Fire Hazard

The first day of Paralympic competition being a Thursday, I was at work. This, despite what the more cynical among you might suggest, meant...

After the massive success of the London 2012 Olympic Games, the Olympic Stadium saw the opening ceremony of the London 2012 Paralympic Games...

You can let something go once, but when it happens twice it becomes a trend. Or if not a trend, then at the very least it becomes blog-wort...

Before yesterday I had never heard of Lord Alf Morris, who passed away earlier this week at the age of 84. Most disabled people will, if th...

Perhaps he won't thank me for telling you this but Emma's Dad celebrated (if that is the word) his 60th birthday recently. To mark ...

Tuesday. The second day of our bus tour of Barcelona. Having again failed to find anywhere suitable for breakfast (we don't manage a s...

Monday, May 28 2012. We're skipping Sunday. It was a day at the beach, which enjoyable though it was, was never going to be an event....

Yes, I know I said this was finished for good. Clearly, since I am writing this that must mean I am a liar, a cad and a bounder in equal me...

I'm tired of writing about me. There's nothing left to say. The well is dry. I am quite sure that my current malaise is as dull a...

I don't know about you but I'm sick of this fucking blog. Have you read the last few entries? I mean, seriously, come on! It'...

I was off sick on Tuesday. I didn't have a fever, a bug or a biffy water infection. I was depressed. Mentally unwell, if you will. ...

Emma's niece Elizabeth celebrates her first birthday this week. It's a doubly special week in her young life as this was also the w...

Two days ago I had another of those birthday things. I got another year older. Another year without succumbing to chronic kidney failure o...

Forgive me if this gets a bit 'stream of consciousness' and a bit less structured than some of my other musings. It's an emotiv...