Excitement is mounting in the Kirby household.
After many months of planning, searching and waiting, we anticipate taking delivery of a new camper van at the weekend.
Buying a camper van is not a small undertaking: there are many decisions to be made.
One of these decisions, apparently – and bizarrely – is what to call it. Continue reading
Last week the BBC reported the news that a heterosexual couple had lost their Court of Appeal battle to have a civil partnership instead of a marriage. I think this is very disappointing.
It is a while now since same sex couples won the right to civil partnerships and I was disappointed when they continued to fight for the right to get married; a fight which they finally won in 2014.
I was not disappointed because I am a bigot who disapproves of same sex relationships, but because I felt that this was a backward step. Continue reading
Gloucester is a great place to live.
Aside from the great city itself, it is well located to visit a wide range of places, with the Forest of Dean close at hand on one side and the Cotswolds on the other.
One of these great places, right on our doorstep, is the Rococo Garden in Painswick.
And one of the best times to visit is now, when the snowdrops are in full bloom. Continue reading
I am concerned that we may not be properly prepared to respond in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
One day last week, as I was headed into work, I found myself behind a Zombie Outbreak Response Unit vehicle. I know it was a Zombie Outbreak Response Unit vehicle because it had a sticker on the back telling me it was, and if you can’t believe a bumper sticker what can you believe? Continue reading
Better Than We Look at the Cafe Rene, 8 February 2017
Last night I was in the pub.
This is more unusual for me on a school night than people often suppose, but I was tempted into the Cafe Rene to see a band.
This is the second time this week that I have enjoyed live music – a few days ago I blogged about seeing Black Sabbath perform their final gig at Birmingham.
In that blog I bemoaned the fact that our musical heroes are not immortal. The bands I loved in my youth are all getting on a bit and are gradually breaking apart, stopping touring or dying. The question is, who is going to replace them.
Well, having seen last night’s band I am now more confident that we have a new generation of rock stars waiting in the wings.
The band was called “Better Than We Look”, they played some great rock music, and they were all around 14 to 15 years old. Continue reading
Most of us, I think, have a soundtrack to our youth.
This soundtrack consists of key songs and bands that influenced us and motivated us through those awkward teenage years.
For me, this soundtrack was provided by the likes of AC/DC, Motorhead and Deep Purple; Alice Cooper, Hawkwind and Queen; Lynyrd Skynyrd, Molly Hatchet and ZZ Top. And, of course, Black Sabbath. Continue reading
Hyperbole is great isn’t it?
No, it’s better than great; it’s bloody fantastic. It’s the best thing ever. Words cannot describe how good it is: it’s the best thing since sliced bread. It’s better than sex.
Hyperbole is a very useful rhetorical tool. By exaggerating and amplifying your message it can help people to see your point of view. It can help to win people to your side of an argument.
But taken too far hyperbole can make you look a bit silly.
No, I’m not talking about one of Donald Trump’s speeches; my thoughts are closer to home.
What raised my eyebrow was an argument put forward in the debate over a 24 hour licence application for Sedoo’s Corner Shop in London Road, Gloucester. Continue reading