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Plumbing the depths
Well, bad plumbing has caught me up, but not in the way I expected.
Economic cycles
Ah, the joy of the bike ride: the freedom; the exercise; the wind in your hair; the money saving!
Well, yes and no.
In praise of plumbers: a final draught
Experience tells me that it’s not wise to sing a tradesman’s praises until they’ve started - let alone finished - the work you’ve hired them to do, but I’m childishly excited about some plumbing work I’m having done over the next couple of days. That’s not normal, is it?
Lightning up
As most people in South East England are probably all too aware, last night saw an almighty thunderstorm that rumbled on for several hours. I was trying to finish some writing with my window wide open, but eventually accepted defeat and picked up the camera.
Energy sapping
The sun’s out again over much of Britain, and it certainly seems like this summer’s shaping up to be a thorough improvement over last year’s storms.
Against the grain
My best friends have a few tricks that they like to play on me from time to time. I’m a bit rubbish at drinking, so there’s the “making Simon drink too much game” (fortunately they’ve grown out of this one, as they normally had to clear up afterwards)
Let the games begin
We’ve been looking forward to it for ages; the blood, the sweat, the tears. The thrills and excitement, the lows, the disappointments and the anticlimax after it’s all over again. Nope, I’m not talking about the Olympics – school’s nearly out for summer.
Motoring’s golden age – part two: Glorious Goodwood
So, even though we know that cars are cheaper and safer than ever, modern cars are still rubbish, aren’t they? Well, maybe not, but it never hurts to indulge in a bit of misty-eyed motor nostalgia.
Motoring’s golden age
Soaring petrol prices, exorbitant taxes, punitive duty – surely there’s never been a worse time to be a driver? Well, on at least two counts, it’s actually a golden age for motorists. No, don’t write in, allow me to explain.
Eight bad things to step on
On Saturday, in the South Coast’s last bit of good weather before gales and heavy storms, I braved a swim in the channel. Unfortunately, as those familiar with Brighton’s Blue Flag-winning beaches will know, this involves crossing a stretch of pebbly, rocky beach barefoot
