down the dark dark street
I live in Sheffield in a little house on a little street full of very cool shops. There is a barbershop in the front room. It's not mine. My blog is named after Funnybones. I like old things that are beautiful and gin.
My girlfriend circa 1988. We ALL had bobs.
She’s going to make gorgeous babies.
My darling Grandma died on Saturday 4 May aged 90. Wynne was such a calm, elegant and lovely lady. She taught me how to make a perfect sponge and the importance of good china.
We found this school leaver’s report in a box of her possessions when searching out her birth certificate.
I think it’s perfect and I’m going to read it at her funeral.
Getting the summer RSVPs in the post today. Three weddings in three weeks. #dresses
We made a cuddle monster out of a headless snowman in the Botanical Gardens in February. Ahh. Cuddle monster. #tinyeyes
My office building used to be a gentleman’s club. No… Not what you’re thinking.
A place for actual gentlemen to drink, smoke and freely be misogynists, I imagine. It’s got amazing views of the river, huge bay windows and damp.
Anyway, it must have had a reading room because I found the sign and it’s mine now. Just deciding whether to have it on the office or the loo door.
Searching flights on Ryanair. Very ponderous security captcha.
I am though, it’s nice to be happy
I knew you were an arsehole, didn’t know you were an abusive bastard too:
Good riddance. Going, going, gone
- A message to Cardinal Keith O’Brien (March 2012)
- Rage makes me less than eloquent (March 2012
