(Read time: one mug of lukewarm mulled wine) Welcome to the New Year! Here we go again... collectively bounding into a new year. Perhaps not like the new puppy that your neighbours already regret getting their children for Christmas, or even an American swat team dropping into Venezuela to destabilise yet another nation, no... more …
Never going to win Crufts
(Read time; 1 grab bag of McCoys crisps) It's that time of year again. I'm not referring to the New Year, post Christmas lull, where January seems to drag more than a modern day football match. Nor am I referring to the long dark nights, with frosts and occasional spells of sleet that we think …
The Gabbling MAMIL 