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Writes for money but doesn't go on about it. Latest effort, 'Life: The Guidebook' available now ISBN: 978-0956154453
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Mrs B is watching South Pacific. Which gives me the chance to revisit my WWII fantasy assignment - Having an unspecified wound which, importantly, precludes me from active service, and even more importantly, involves white-uniformed nurses Ava Gardner and Lana Turner competing over my affections.

Mrs B shares her thoughts on my report of a recent day out with a pal: “I always think you come across as a bit of a gay couple. Graham’s a bit camp for a big bloke and then there’s you, of course, with your shoes and your man bags.”

As Bryan Hyland almost put it #westonsupermare

Another gem from the @bcdreyer.social webstore. Despatched from his palatial new retirement home in Wolverhampton — hometown of Robert Plant and his pal, my brother-in-law, dontcha know. Can you work out the phrase for absolutely no prizes?

Impulse buy last week. It is indeed 'fabulously readable' and worth the price for the story of the fraught recording of 'Bright Eyes' alone. Warning: includes Artie G toking on a spliff.

Bruce Springsteen has a sign taped to the top step of his entrance to the stage with the name of that night's venue. Its instigation followed an embarrassing '"Hello, Ohio!" moment...in Michigan. Does Ravi Bopara have something similar, do you think?

Today in “Is Los Angeles Burning?”: No.

'Objection!' shouts anyone who's heard 'Galway Girl'. #NedSherrin

Page 211. So far, Martin Chuzzlewit something of an arsehole. #Dickens

Like I said to Mrs B earlier, "Teamwork makes the dream work." Anyway, three hours later and I'm still in the waiting room at the emergency dentist.

"Anybody wanna shave over there? Levon, whaddya say?" youtu.be/dyMOrYFDaIw?...

I predict much confusion and hilarity if a Scot with a poor internet connection ever applies for a cannabis dispensary licence in California. cannabis.ca.gov/licensees/ca...

Surprised that The Times reports the running time of the Les Miserables (aka The Glums) theatre show as 2 hours 50 mins. Quite frankly, it seemed much longer than that.

One of the best books I've read this year, and certainly one of the best ever about the mental side of sport at the highest level, the struggle to reach the top and, not least, staying there. Wise and insightful stuff.

Muhammad Ali, aka, The Greatest, enters the #AI Photo Gallery. Hit me with your rhythm stick, big boy!

Punctuation t-shirt. Apparently despatched by @bcdreyer.social himself from his new home in Wolverhampton.

Good to know!

"And I'm here my friends to tell you..." You swine - @doyoudoanywings.bsky.social

#Springsteen night. BBC2: Mrs B fears that while Bruce and Miami Steve are sharing a microphone, they might be about to 'snog'. “Never worried you when it was Paul and George,” I said. “Hmmm.” “Maybe only over who to choose.” “Well,” she said, “there's no contest here, is there?”

At @lordshortcake.bsky.social show in Bath last night, he told a tale about his dad being bald and telling Jimmy Tarbuck to eff off. I'm in the front row, so all bets are off, but I wasn't expecting DB to address me directly and say, "If you'll excuse me sir, a hairline much like your own…”

Still wishing that the last thing I saw on TV last night before trying to get to sleep hadn't been Ed Stafford eating a tarantula.

Going, going, going...

New Barbarians - the Keith Richards/Ronnie Wood hobby band - supporting Zeppelin at Knebworth in 1979.

NHS phone call: "Based on the information provided, you're illegible for a health check." Me: "Do you mean I'm eligible or ineligible?" NHS: "No. You're illegible." Maybe the scan will make me easier to read.

Mrs B, who's watching reruns of Death In Paradise, blithely informs me that she's been looking at villas for sale in Antigua.

I admit I'm often less than keen on phone software updates that move stuff around and make you figure out how to do that thing now that you did so effortlessly last week. However, the new #SamsungGalaxy one has raised the bar significantly. I cannot begin to tell you how much I detest it.

Re recent convo on shorts. Last year, my bus-driver pal, Paul, enquired as to why I wasn't wearing shorts on a hot day. “Old bloke in shorts? Nobody wants that,” I said. Turning to face passengers, I added, “Sorry, mate,” to old bloke in shorts at adjacent seat. Later…

'Write like a pro' Dear #GalaxyAI That is a lie.

Quote post with a picture of the aeroplane you'll accept as a bribe

Mrs B is watching Kitchen Nightmares. Gordon just walked into a place and his face fell. Fuming, he was, as all that work had no doubt cost him thousands.

Mrs B tells me of TV prog she's watching: "She had a fling with an old flame the night before her wedding." "Well," I replied, "we've all done it." Sensing the outrage, I attempted to cool things down: "It's not as if I knew anyone in Barbados." Probably should have just nodded from the outset.

Largest pension! What's wrong with you people?

Yes, I'm watching the Springsteen: Backstage and Backstreets doc on Disney+. No, there's nothing at all strange about pausing it so I can take a proper look at the setlist.

After a heavy day's gardening which unearthed an impressive bunch of large stones, I've decided I'm going to build a cairn with an integral time-capsule note: “Have you considered a Pure Cremation funeral?” I'll include a phone number, obviously.

You know, it's almost like the religious-right nutjobs can't quite grasp the concept of Christianity.