Monthly Archives: November 2015

Yesterday I watched Manchester United (my favourite football team) play PSV (a Dutch team) in the Champions League. It should have been a great match but it wasn’t; it was terrible and ended 0-0 after 90 incredibly long minutes. All … Continue reading →

My parents gave me something that would have an enormous influence on my life as I grew up in Norfolk; it was a radio. No, not a small transistor radio but a ‘real’ one about the size of a small … Continue reading →

The Dutch culture of yesteryear has left many expressions with no coherent English equivalent. Each time I come across a new one I feel that I can understand a lot more about this fascinating country. The one that is sadly … Continue reading →

As a small boy, life was safe and simple. Growing up in a valley full of fruit trees, orchards and hop yards, the days were long and rich with what are now my memories. And I have many. The day … Continue reading →

Microsoft should take a look at some of its Skype users. With a surname like mine (Wife) I get quite a lot of sick people contacting me on Skype and asking me to share contact details with them. This morning, … Continue reading →

Back in the 50’s, a man (a real man) did not have all that much to groom him or even make him sexy. Male cosmetics would eventually come but, back then, it was Brylcreem that you used for your hair … Continue reading →