Last week’s blog focussed on my advancing years, and I continue in this varicose vein here now. You might recall that I swerved the paddle tennis match last week in New York – but it transpired that the Bero investor
As the venue of my debut one-man-show in 1993, The Hen and Chickens Theatre in London makes an indelible mark on me, so returning this week for a one-woman show by the daughter of one of our friends was especially
Along with tobacco, alcohol probably qualifies as the most controversial product which can be legally consumed. It is often said, if alcohol was invented today, it would be banned and explains why it is permissible only with restrictions by age,
I used to do a stand-up routine about a TV show in the UK called Super Vet – the real-life medical exploits of a rock ‘n roll Irish vet called Noel, who seemingly can fix any animal no matter how
Living so close to a hospital we are accustomed to blue lights at night as silent ambulances amble past with the ill and infirm. No need for their sirens since there is no traffic required to move aside. But police
I am at an age which means when I am invited to a party, I secretly hope that I cannot attend. I hope for a gig in my diary or something, anything which means I don’t have to attend an
Late with this blog. Apologies. I have a personal Fame-Dar for when I am recognised. It rarely bleeps these days and why I might be even more attuned to it, as happened recently and with unexpected and possibly sinister undertones.
Another benchmark this week in married life with Paddy heading off to university for his art foundation course leaving his parents’ home alone for the first time in years. Blimey, the opportunities this presents… Never to run out of milk.
Apologies for the flurry of golf blogs coming your way – but as you know, my writing reflects my movements… Last night, I was at a posh golf club for a gig. Two hundred people for dinner, after which I