It occurred to me today as I put on my New Rocks that I probably owe my mum and dad an apology for turning out as I’ve turned out. I’m not a parent, but everything I’ve read seems to point to parents being pleased if their offspring follow in their footsteps, or are at least [...]

I am writing this roast slowly and gingerly because the sound of the keyboard keys clicking is sending winces of pain through my eyeballs. It’s been a while since I’ve properly been out to play, so when Neko’s not-spouse-creature decided to celebrate his birthday in fine style down the Hobbit followed by the Dungeon, who [...]

The following I throw open to everybody to contribute to and talk around. I lack the coding skills to create this myself and I lack the experience in the field to 1) know if it already exists or 2) if I am alone in even thinking this might be a good idea. It is what [...]

I got accused of sounding very Bridget Jones in my writing the other day. I can’t quote the exact line (something about battered slugs having low self-esteem), but it prompted my father to snort with laughter and then comment “How very Bridget Jones, is that what you’re aiming for?”
My response - no, I’m not trying [...]

So. Yes. I haven’t Roasted in a few weeks. I could spew out excuses, but I won’t. Quite simply I couldn’t be arsed last week. But this week I am back blogging with the best of them, if only because Moose is making snickerdoodles and I think she would withhold them if I didn’t post. [...]