Any Barbers Where You Come From, Boy?

I need a haircut. This is my belief. I let it grow recently, so that I would be able to scrape it back in a sinister and greasy way for my portrayal of the Marquis de Sade. Now it’s just too long (the fringe has reached the eyebrows), but Mairi doesn’t want me to just… Continue reading Any Barbers Where You Come From, Boy?

Home Sweet Home, With Lampshade

He’s home! Shuggie came home yesterday evening, groggy, half shaved, with one of those cool vet lampshade collar things round his neck to stop him biting his stitches out. Frankly he looked rather disreputable. Photos will be taken tonight. He’s got antibiotics and anti-nausea stuff, and special soft food to eat, but he’s only allowed… Continue reading Home Sweet Home, With Lampshade

We Are Bad Parents, I mean Owners

A rather worrying occurence. On Sunday afternoon, Shuggie wandered into the bedroom, under the bed, and found a box containing Christmas decorations. He got into it, found a pretend holly branch made of wire, with red plastic berries. He proceeded to eat part of the branch, berries, wire and all. In the days that followed,… Continue reading We Are Bad Parents, I mean Owners

Bleurgh

The mercury’s pushing 27C on the longest day of the year, and what am I doing? Lying around sweating and feeling shit, because I have a COLD. Cue lots of moaning and clutching at the air. Also I plan later on to be saying to Mairi, “Nurse… gather my family…” and asking for tea. Perhaps… Continue reading Bleurgh

The First Four Months

My alarm goes off at 7. But Shuggie has got it into his scruffy head that 6.45 is wakeup time, complete with scratching at the bedroom door and whining. But one mustn’t open the bedroom door when he’s whining, because that gives the impression that whining gets results. He’s also in the habit of not… Continue reading The First Four Months

Livejournal picture snooping

This here page shows the last few images to be posted to popular US teen blogging site Livejournal. Beware! May not be safe for work! Note: no longer functional.

Ook At Da Ickle Baba

I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate Colleen and Paul on the birth, at 7.30am on Sunday 5 June 2005, of their baby girl, provisionally entitled Roxanne, or Roxy. Roxy O’Sullivan – film noir legend! Congratulations guys, looking forward to seeing her and you!

33 Years And I Can’t Scratch An Itch…

Here are some things that people gave me to celebrate the Earth turning just one more time, and that I am still alive. Thank you very very much to all you guys! You Guys! You are the greatest! Guys! You Guys! You! Akira – DVD box set – watched a couple of trailers Ghost In… Continue reading 33 Years And I Can’t Scratch An Itch…