Tag Archives: Knightswood
Finished!
Finally. The dungeon’s complete. And like any good dungeon owned by sadomasochist I’m using part of it as a gymnasium. ‘The House Of Pain’ , but really it should be ‘The House Of Pain and Buckets Of Sweat’. When you … Continue reading
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Tagged Bite marks in my leather sofa, Brexit's gonna tank the housing market, En-suite is well sweet, Finished!, Furloughed no more, Gizza-job. I can do that., House of Pain, Ignore the Mark Rothko knockoffs, Keep pluggin away I say, Knightswood, lavvy, Luxury living, Modern planning standards, On the Covid-19 scrapheap, Sarah Beeny, Stairway to dungeon heaven, The House Of Pain and Buckets Of Sweat, The neds in the highflats have seen me in the buff, velux windaes, windaes are fan-dabby-dozy, Yosser Hughes
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Moving Day
Perhaps you noticed, though you probably didn’t, that I haven’t posted much over the last three weeks. There was a good reason for this – I was, sharp intake of breath, moving house. As the picture above suitably illustrates moving … Continue reading
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