My old Mum's habit, world peace, an end to crime, etc.
My old Mum is hanging out at present, and it’s not fun times for anybody. The doctor has said that her new knee is working fine, and so he’s taken her off the morphine...
Author: Ian Marchant
Ian Mercher is half of Your Dad
Chas is coming to Presteigne on Friday, because Your Dad are playing at a wedding near here. I love playing weddings; they give me an oppurtunity to behave as badly as I like, and...
Washday Blues
Charlie is living with her old Dad at the moment, which is top, but we are both on our uppers, and I’m currently unable to afford the services of Rachel at LaundryToTu, the internet...
Caught Red Handed
The first time I ever visited Northern Ireland was in 1996. I had come down the Mull of Kintyre by bus, and caught the now defunct ferry from Cambelltown to Ballycastle on the Antrim...
Arvon Blog Visitors
Hello! We are looking at my blog! …which was my shortest, and, I like to imagine, shittest post ever, outdoing by far the poll where I asked people to choose between Uriah Heep and...
Holywood swinging still
Here I am, back in Northern Ireland, in the town slash Belfast suburb of Holywood. I’m blogging on my notebook outside The Coffee Yard, Holywood’s hottest coffee shop, which is making me feel quite...
Stoned man finds God shock.
I’ve been looking through some old stuff, and I found this little bit from what was part of my notes for The Fool’s Errand, which is my answer to ‘Smile’ or ‘The Teenage Opera’ ...
If it's Sunday Night, it's still music night here on Radio Free Radnorshire
Well, after my protracted period of silence, here I am with blog three in five days. I’m on fire baby. And since it is, after all, Sunday night, I return to my slight habit...
Lick Spittle
After my close-ish shave with Hazel Blears earlier this year, (blogs passim), I was slightly concerned when I felt an almost infinitesimal but nonetheless discernable increase in my levels of respect for her. Her...
Blood and Soil
Hello to those that are left of my readers. I’m sorry I haven’t posted for a long time, but I’ve been in the midst of some important events in my life; events about which...
Coming Round The Mountain
Monique came to stay on Sunday, after she had been the night before to a fellow tantrica’s Hen night in an 18th Century Vicarage outside Hereford. She wanted me to take her to a...
Your teeth are like stars…
…they come out at night, har har. I thought it might be fun to have a whole bunch of teeth out on Tuesday, and the good people at the Dental Access Centre in Hereford...
Local author in quiz night cheat horror
This time last week, I was playing hard ball table quiz in the Holywood RFC, a few miles outside Belfast. The quiz had been set by the Philosophy Society from Sullivan School, which is...
Are you ready to rock?
I’ve not slept much these last 48 hours, what with one thing and another. I’m just back from Northern Ireland, and I have so much to write about, and so little useful brain activity,...
Chelsea Girls are the best in the world for company
One of the most important characteristics a writer needs is the ability to be alone, to be happy in your own company. I’ve been writing all day (that is to say, the 24th February...
Gentlemen, The Queen!
I’ve just got back from The Mayor of Presteigne’s Annual Fund Raising Sunday Lunch, where I had been asked to give a short after-dinner speech. I like doing this kind of thing, and I’m...
