I’M not known for taking my time over a drink but even by my standards that pint of cider barely touched the sides.
As with many things, John Steinbeck’s Doc had it best in Cannery Row – the first for thirst, the second for taste. He was talking about beer but I wouldn’t bet against him developing a taste for cider if it had been readily available in hot Monterey. Continue reading “All Change – Hastings To Rye”→
Stroppy adjective: bad-tempered and argumentative. Origin: 1950s: perhaps an abbreviation of obstreperous. That’s from the online Oxford Dictionary. My Collins doorstop print edition also gives it as ‘awkward’, which I like more and suits this telling better. Continue reading “Ghent and the virtue of stroppy”→
It was Friday, a couple of looseners in and, having just moved them to decorate, my records were all over the place. Putting them back on their shelves I started picking some out at random, playing them while hitting record. This happened.