Hoarder or Chucker?

  Are you a hoarder or a chucker? A keeper or a reaper? Here’s my stance… ‘Merch’ is an honorary title bestowed upon myself by two friends in acknowledgement of my love of merchandise. I don’t even need to buy lots – I just like looking at it. It’s the only form of shopping that I can tolerate. T-shirts, hats, pencils, tea-towels, postcards, key-rings, and my absolute favourite – miniature castles and figurines. You know – like those models of the Eiffel Tower or the Egyptian Pyramids. I once had a small-scale Collosseum that I’d bought in Rome on our […]

Chico Time

hy do I always pick the seat next to the most irritating person in the pub? Today’s perpetrator was a loudly spoken WAG-wannabe, fussing incessantly over a trophy Chihuahua perched in the high chair beside her like a fluffy babe; a middle-aged woman’s hormonal equivalent of a middle-aged man’s impulsive motorbike purchase. The dog’s name, I discover without trying particularly hard to eavesdrop, it ‘Chico’ – but you’d already guessed that from the first clue hadn’t you? At this point I theorise that Chico’s owner is probably named after the white wine she is trying to sip elegantly in between […]