Category Archives: Don’t ask me

> Sir Peter de la Billiere (who looks hauntingly like my Dad – I’ve unfortunately got the Ramsden genes, both in physical appearance and character) was Commanding Officer of Britain’s Special Air Service. In “Looking for trouble“, an autobiography that … Continue reading →

> Now, I’m not sure if I’d agree with that. I’ve had an Accord, a Quintett, a Civic and currently – among others (“others” being 2 Saabs and a tractor) – a CRV down on the farm and none of … Continue reading →

>…said the guy in the parking lot at Stonewall Kitchens in York, ME.“You can have it” I said. “All yours. Interested in swapping?” This was THE cult car when I was growing up in New Zealand in the 1960s. Probably … Continue reading →

> …something like putting lipstick on a pig?

> Granny calls her grand-daughter’s husband “Thicko” Granny’s 87, so she can do pretty much what she likes. But she’s spot-on with this. We’re all out for dinner and Thicko asks his sister-in-law if she can arrange to get him … Continue reading →

> I once worked for a guy called Gert-Dieter Wolle. Frank Schümann and I christened him “The Twins”. He’d say things like “I think we should do this” or “We should do that” and it didn’t take a BFO to … Continue reading →

> I know it’s not right to kick a bugger when he’s down, but isn’t George W a prick? Seriously. I used to REALLY ENJOY going to the States and handcarrying a couple of 6 packs of microbrewery beer back … Continue reading →