Month: March 2007

That’s it, I’ve had enough. My fingers are worked to the bone, and I haven’t spent nearly enough time with my family. We’re packing up, {...}

Four Dinners asked, “On a scale of 1 – 10 how sane are you – or do you think you are?” Now that is an {...}

Stu Savory asked, “42?” Technically 42 is an answer, not a question. That of course is the problem. Deep thought the computer, having thought deeply {...}

Clarissa also asked, “If you had to have a second home where you actually spent 6 months out of the year, where would it be {...}

Clarrisa asked, “Is there really gold at the end of the rainbow, and if so, how does one get there?” Well, I can honestly and {...}

A brief sideline from question answering for a momentary Angriesque rant. Normal service will return shortly when I shall answer exactly what lies at the {...}

Z asked “How did you go from being a butcher to what you do now?” It’s a 40% cultural, 60% family history answer. In Canada {...}

OK, bloggers block has settled in, just as I reach my first bloggy year too. Yesterday I asked in general what you wanted me to {...}

I realised last night, as I was digging in my blog archive, that I’ve been posting for more than a year now. My blogversary came {...}

I did my annual feeding at the corporate trough yesterday, England v France at Twickenham. I played some Rugby at school (even broke my nose {...}