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Monthly Archives: January 2012
Just A Debenhaminute
I had to complain to Debenhams before Christmas. I’m not a complainer by nature, especially at Christmas when I understand the pressures, but they’d really earned it. They’d delivered a damaged item, then failed to turn up when they said … Continue reading
Is it that time already?
I don’t like Christmas, as I once wrote in this very blog. I anticipate it from mid-November with a sense of dread. Many are the harbingers that forebode the advent of this most wretched of seasons. There is the switching … Continue reading
Carry On Constable
I try to avoid writing about football here. It may not seem like it, but I do. I know that little is more boring than someone else’s passion for a sport you don’t like, or even for a club playing … Continue reading
Reanimation
I don’t do New Year Resolutions. I always think that if you really want to do something, you shouldn’t need the artificial construct of the passing of a calendrically significant date to do it. Paradoxically, though, I occasionally do birthday … Continue reading
