Rants
From the Man Cave XIII
I have a shameful admission to make. Until my oldest daughter messaged me to say that Charlie Kirk had been shot, I had never heard
From the man cave XI
The man cave remained in Hull while its regular occupant – me – went to Greece with Mrs Watson. This necessitated a prolonged publishing silence,
Welcome Back to Broken Britain
Picture this – after waiting for what seems like an hour (probably in reality though only fifteen minutes, but of sheer neck-cricked Hell) you finally
From the Man Cave X
Either I am going mental or the world is going mental. If it’s a bit of both, then the world surely has the upper hand.
From the Man Cave IX
The portable man cave is being dismantled and packed ready for transport back to the UK. Tomorrow, I fly from Chongqing to Hong Kong and
From the Man Cave VIII
The man cave has upped sticks and moved from Hong Kong to mainland China. I am however a day late arriving here, as Hong Kong
From the Man Cave VII
This does not come from the man cave as I am working in the Far East for two weeks: one in Hong Kong and one
From the Man Cave VI
Wimbledon is upon us and, with Mrs Watson hogging the television and the means to control it, it is on all the time. Is there
From the Man Cave V
It is now safe to put the TV on again. Glastonbury is over. What passes for music now seems to be either a couple of