Nostradumbass

If I could go back in time, where would I go? I could sneak back to 1889 and smother baby Adolph, I suppose. Do the world a favour, possibly. Or nip back to November 1963 and train my zoom lens on the sixth floor of a certain building in Dallas, just top sate my curiosity. … Continue reading Nostradumbass →

The Cheddar Mortgage

It is enirely plausible that my distant ancestors once lived in caves. I can see the appeal of a cave for a person who lived in a world without bricks, tiles and mortar. A cave offers a reasonable level of shelter. I don't live in a cave, however. I'm mightly pleased about the introduction of … Continue reading The Cheddar Mortgage →