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About Me

I’m interested in life before political correctness; a time when you could speak out about anything without being hammered by all the left wing, namby pamby, anally retentive, narrow-minded twerps we see about nowadays. If you said owt wrong, you might get a slap; that sorted things out sharpish - God forbid if you raise a hand nowadays! I like my car, I like my beer, I adore my wife, I like the countryside, I like humour, I like freedom!I can usually be found down at the Gob & Bucket on Spittoon St, with a pint of wallop in my hand and a packet of peanuts for my dog.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The swine who swapped my suppository for a lipstick!

My Blog

Reg gets the handle "Goose"

The ducks on the Baldock Weezer canal were peaceably feeding on the pondweed minding their business, where just over the hedge in the factory grounds the Benjamin Dover & Wince, patented Vesuvius ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 17:06:00 GMT

Morris Davenports Religious Experience

I may have already posted this. If so, then I apologise.It was a cold watery December light that bounced low over the surface of the Canal and splashed Morris Davenport as he tended to his eel baskets...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 14:19:00 GMT

Alf tar bollocks Clithero meets his match

(Have I already posted this?) Smoking was Alfred Clithero's occupation. He had a smokehouse at the far end of the Gas works' coke stacks that piled high along the bank side of the Baldock Weezer cana...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 14:23:00 GMT

Some more thoughts from Reg

My eldest daughter got married last weekend. The experience got me thinking about life. I remember her birthday and the joy and incredible emotion I felt as she came into this world. Now 26 years l...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 02:37:00 GMT

If only tears would come

To say I am devastated is an understatement. My dear mother went to hospital to have some treatment for osteoporosis last week; Treatment that was supposed to keep her in for a couple of days. The po...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 08:26:00 GMT

Comestibles

It was a familiar early morning sight, a bobbing Stetson on Sir Crispin Farquar Street. Baldock Weezer has its fair share of eccentric characters, and the owner underneath this enormous American hat...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 05:36:00 GMT

Big Doris does the town

Fairlop is almost at the end of the central line with sleepy avenues and tightly manicured privet hedges,  pre-war semi's neatly painted and net curtains.  At 25 Barkingside Avenue, Doris ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 13:26:00 GMT

Eject! Eject! Eject!

He's back!  After all this time, he has finally returned to the fold.  Great Uncle Eric was reduced to tears.  It was a very emotional moment. He had flown in from San Diego, where h...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 05:02:00 GMT

North south divide?

I had a cheese scone last night and it got me thinking&  I have always considered scone to be pronounced like 'gone', not like some people, like the Hyacinth Bouquet brigade that call then 'scoa...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:20:00 GMT

Scotland the brave

I went up to Scotland on a suppository fact finding tour of the Highlands and Islands this weekend. Most interesting indeed. But most of all is the refreshing lack of smoke indoors. As you know, I am ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 15:21:00 GMT