Christmas Past

As the wind hurls its more miserable and wetter brother, the rain, against my attic windows, I sit and consider the Christmas season just passed.  All in all, it wasn’t too bad. A rather splendid Christmas dinner at my in-laws began the Christmas Waist Expansion in earnest.  Over the next few days, much beer was […]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.