Everybody seems to be in firm agreement that we have a plastic crisis in the environment and we need to do more. So why does that seem so hard to put into practice? There are obstacles in our way at every turn.
Plastic not so fantastic
Threescore years and ten
Another milestone reached – but the body and the mind have different views on how old I am. Perhaps Dylan Thomas had it right?
Big Brother is watching you…
I always knew that the big online companies were collecting data on all of us, but until I discovered I could request a copy of it and downloaded my data from Google, I had no idea how comprehensive it was.
To a Mouse (Robert Burns)
One might argue that old Scottish dialect is incomprehensible enough to a modern Briton without the need for COMPLICATED, but that misses the point: COMPLICATED should not prevent understanding, merely dress in important-sounding language for maximum pomposity!
A vision of the future – 8 things we will lose to new technology
Advances in technology are making some current everyday activities obsolete. What of our current life is doomed? Here are 8 familiar things we will probably lose.
A cat on social media
My cat Gatto is addicted to social media. There’s a particular shrub he marks with his whiskers and so do all the other neighbourhood cats. Naturally we now refer to this shrub as Facebush.
In, out, shake it all about…
I have been so dispirited by the whole nature of the Referendum campaign on both sides that I felt a small rant was in order.
Top 10 hotel faults
Even the best hotels have faults, and some seem to occur in almost every hotel you stay in. Here is my take on the top ten things hotels fail to get right for their guests.
On a scale of 0 to 12
The terms ‘thin’ and ‘fat’ are wholly inadequate to describe the range of widths of the human form. We offer a shorthand for pointing out noteworthy specimens of human width more accurately and, in the event of being overheard by the person in question, more safely.
On receiving a book for my birthday
A small and humorous tribute to the “worst poet in the English language”, William McGonagall, penned by my father as a thank you note on receiving a book of the poet’s collected works for his birthday.