Well, what a reaction to our last post. 20 (twenty) whole views and one spam comment about powdered Viaggra (sic). We bought a kilo anyway, just on the off chance. We were a bit dubious about entering our credit card details but we have to believe the world is a good place. We just have […]

It took a long time but our heart started beating. Yoga and hangovers teach us to look forward and not back, so let’s not dwell on why it stopped, nor on how it restarted, after so long being dusty and silent and still. Unloved and unused, like an unwanted gift hidden in the garage under […]

So. What do we do now that this thing is back from the dead? For maybe the fouth time?* The very fact we have given up so often gives you a clue of the likely ending this time. We will get either bored or suicidally depressed again. Either way it ends with us staring off […]

We are still here. Not much has changed. We’ve taken to making our own bread rather than using a bread maker. Drinking more expensive coffee. We have a stain above our left eye which we hope against hope is cancerous. Our hair is greyer and our face, kindly put, more careworn. We continue to clean. […]

Yes. Had we a lovely time on holidays.  Thanks for asking. But who cares? There’s only one thing Mrs Gin does that’s more bloody annoying than talking about holidays, and that’s talking about dreams. Yuck.  So let’s move on.  Look at my Friday night:

  We have come out of the jungle and are in Kuala Lumpur.  Very nice.  We had a minor domestic argument in the jungle when Mrs Gin sensationally REFUSED to pour in country garden to some muddy river.  We were going to do a photoshoot called ‘carry on up the jungle with Zoflora Country Garden’. […]

  Against our wishes, we are on holiday.  We departed Manchester airport, furious.  Home is the best.  If we had our way, we would have stayed.  If we also had our way, we would have stopped 80% of those at the airport from boarding their plane.  With our children on the plane, as loudly as […]

We are off on holiday next week.  Yes, yes we know:  You’re already 2 steps ahead of us. It is going to be a catastrophe.  Holidays:  are they actually any good?  Especially, and this does sound sexist, but especially if you are a man. Our history of holidays is divisible into the following derisive eras: […]

Friday Night.  We know.    ‘Haven’t you got anything better to do?’ Mrs Gin.   Its so much easier than writing.  Just sit there blabbering away for 10 minutes.