Much like a Russian bride I once tried to buy via the Intermaweb, on paper the Menarini GlucoMen LX looks great. But also much like Irena (the aforementioned Russian bride) the reality is just not like the description. Shortly after Irena arrived in the United Kingdom I noticed that unlike her cheerful smiling pictures I… Read More »
While this tragic world of ours is filled every day with calamity, conflict and catastrophe there are perhaps a few rays of sunshine that poke through the heavy gloom, which give us something to live for and stop us from bashing our owns heads in with a handy paperweight. My personal happiness list includes waking… Read More »
Boredom comes in many flavours. Waiting for trains that have been delayed yet again by damp leaves or suicidal cows on the line are boring. Watching the end of documentary on geese farming in Essex while you wait for that new comedy to come on the TV is boring. Impatiently waiting your turn in a… Read More »
Along with being potty-trained, you learn disappointment at an early age. I remember when I was delightful young nipper (I was young once, honest) waiting in giddy anticipation for Christmas Day. Being small I didn’t give a flying damn about the togetherness of family, I was sleeplessly waiting for Father Christmas to deliver the latest… Read More »
When I was first diagnosed a few years ago I tried my hardest to think whether there were any benefits of being insulin dependent. I hummed, I harred, I looked up learned books and journals and could find virtually none. But then it hit me! I would now have virtually untapped access to insulin, the… Read More »
Received opinion says that good things come in small packages. This is clearly not true, I can think of loads of things that come in small packages which are simultaneously small and completely rubbish. Chief amongst these would be a certain ex-girlfriend of mine who was somewhat height-challenged. She was a small package but she… Read More »
I hate jazz and any right-thinking person who isn’t confined to an asylum is the same. In actual fact, I used to quite like some types of jazz – a little bit of Louis Armstrong, Jack Teagarden or the explosive madness of Count Basie would be just lovely at the right time and in the… Read More »
Some of my friends (and they are few and far between) are sometimes kind enough to say I’m slightly smart. I know a bit about physics (though it’s very limited) and I occasionally read some fancy books that were written over fifty years ago. You may think this all just false modesty and actually I’m… Read More »