So how was it for you? Here, at The Zoo, it went bloody great. SheWhoIsNeverWrong, despite having a bad day with the old noggin, aching eyes and loaded up on drugs (of the prescription variety, you understand), soldiered on and turned out a bloody superb dinner. Turkey, beef and gammon accessorised with all the usual [...]
Posts Tagged ‘The Spawn’
A Yuletide Homily
Posted: 26th December 2011 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: Christmas, Lurch, POD, Satanicus Maximus, SheWhoIsNeverWrong, The Spawn, The Zoo
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Where The Heart Is
Posted: 12th November 2011 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: Family, Princess of Darkness, Satanicus Maximus, SheWhoIsNeverWrong, The Spawn, Unruly Child
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Things that seemed like a good idea at the time: losing three weeks of normal living while the entire kitchen is ripped out, stripped back to the brick work and rebuilt in shiny new fashion. What’s not to like, right? Well, for starters there’s the small matter of removing everything that usually lives there and [...]
Fear and Loathing In Stapleford
Posted: 24th September 2011 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: Satanicus Maximus, SheWhoIsNeverWrong, Tales From The Zoo, The Spawn
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SheWhoIsNeverWrong has been battling a series of brain-head-face-related mystery aliments over the last few months. Part-migraine-part-head-thing-part-who-knows-fecking-what-thing, she’s undergone all manner of tests, scans, hospital visits and whatnot, only to now be told that a further monthly series of trial-and-error meds is the only remaining option. The local quack, displaying the sort of compassion and humanity [...]
The Darling Buds Of May
Posted: 30th May 2011 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: Beth Windsor, Isolysis, JR Windsor, Satanicus Maximus, She Who Is Never Wrong, The Spawn, Toxic Federation
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How was your May? Here, at Paterson Towers, it was the usual cacophonous and stress-filled anarchy. With two thirds of The Spawn still in residence, I doubt it will ever be anything else. The Princess Of Darkness knows better than her parents, of course. Both She Who Is Never Wrong and my bad self have [...]
“Did the earth move for you, Honey?”
Posted: 8th March 2011 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: She Who Is Never Wrong, Tales From The Zoo, The Spawn
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Day from Hell yesterday. It actually looked, on paper, like it would be a cracker and I was quite looking forward to it. As a freelance writer, with a wildly varying income, a day job is necessary to support She Who Is Never Wrong and The Spawn and so it was that I found myself [...]
Happy Birthday, Sue
Posted: 17th February 2011 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: birthday, Marriage, Sue, The Spawn
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SheWhoIsNeverWrong marks her birthday, today. I don’t know if ‘celebrate’ is the word we use when we reach her advanced years and as I’ve already had my nose broken three times during the course of my, ah, interesting life, I won’t risk another by telling you the number. I can say, though, that, unlike me, [...]
Freecycle
Posted: 2nd October 2010 by Harry in BLOG, CULTURE, LIFETags: Family, Freecycle, Tales From The Zoo, The Spawn
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What is it with the British and our obsession with ‘tat’? You know what I mean; all that useless junk we accumulate but can’t bear to chuck away. No, we have to hold car boot sales, stick it up on ebay or in the classified section of the local free rag. Are we so desperate [...]
Zoo Keeper’s Blues
Posted: 2nd October 2010 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: Family, Tales From The Zoo, The Spawn
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For Al Draper. As the Father of three offspring with the, admittedly shrinking, hope that one day they will evolve into something passably human, I’m aware that somewhere in my job description there’s something about being ‘supportive’ and ‘Communicating’ with them and other such queasy concepts. During one of my rare attacks of guilt at [...]
The Truth About Cats And Dogs
Posted: 1st October 2010 by Harry in BLOG, LIFETags: cats, dogs, Family, pets, Tales From The Zoo, The Spawn
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Called next door to see my mate, the other day. I’d forgotten, though, that he and his missus are now dog owners and, on arrival, I was nearly felled by the new mutt leaping at me, chest high, and slapping its enormous paws on my shoulders. It’s one of those new-fangled, labradoodle thingies. A cross [...]