Shut up about Barclay Perkins

I grill my own bacon this morning. Having risen when the sun warmed my bedroom to intolerable levels. Dave’s watching a French gameshow, Les...

Dave has thoughtfully cooked a pile of bacon by the time I get downstairs. And made tea. Perfect. I construct myself a bacon sandwich. Yum. ...

We’re planning our trip to Newark in a few days. Lexie has just one concern: “Will we be in Balderton in time for the chip shop?” “Of c...

I'm just back from a trip to Balderton. But this isn't about that particular journey. But one I made last year with the kids draggin...

It's taken a while, but here's the second part of advice on how to look after cask beer at home. When I lived in Leeds, a couple...

There’s just enough bacon left in the packet for my two-rasher sarnie. That’s worked out well. Dave makes his long trek to work, while I s...

Dave has got in some bacon. I grill a couple of slices and make myself a sandwich. Bacon – what better start to the day? I’ve a little tim...

Dave wakes me with a cup of tea at around ten. I’m not feeling that bad, considering, now I recall the Lagavullin. The kids look pretty ro...

With the end in sight for my Scottish book, there's not much time for writing blog posts. A sane man would stop posting every day. Draw ...