The story of a 14 year old cancer victim being cryogenically frozen has troubled me this week. Not for the story itself, though that does trouble me on many levels. The false hope this girl has believed may one day bring her back. What happens if by some medical miracle she is brought back to life?
Normally the gossip surrounding Strictly is about the so called “Curse of Strictly”. The idea that every year a happily married couple will split because one or other of them has fallen for their strictly partner. The tabloids are littered with proof this curse is an actual thing. This year however most of
America elects that buffoon to be its President. A man who has previously stood for the other side. Who believes in whatever he thinks will get people talking about him. Who stands for everything every civilised person in the world disagrees with. A man who is nothing short of a bully. A
The irony wasn’t lost on me that as I read this article: Garbage about being amazing because we get up at 4am earlier in the week I was in fact lying in bed at 3am wide awake and resolutely refusing to get up. Because I didn’t need to. Nobody needs to get up at 4am.
It was a dark day yesterday. With the returning of a not guilty verdict in the Ched Evans Case it seems the British judiciary has taken a nasty turn. A man formally convicted of rape has had his sentence overturned by his lawyers throwing the victim under a bus. Lawyers paid for by his
I was going to start this blog post with a bit about Unilever’s massive profits so I googled “Unilever Profit 2015” and up popped their entire published financial statement for the year. It made for interesting reading until I got to the point where the CEO said We are further strengthening our innovation funnel
This is another National Trust property that is just down the road from us and where we ended up on Sunday when I declared I was going out for an hour. Little did I know how steeped in history it was, and linked to one of my favourite children’s books of all time, thanks
There’s wind on the river and wind on the hill . . . There’s a dark dead water-wheel under the mill! I saw a fly which had just been drowned- And I know where a rabbit goes into the ground! When my children were little I was ever so slightly obsessed with Winnie the