Hastings Battleaxe sighs with relief… and boredom… and despair.

I watched Biden’s inauguration yesterday. I told Philosopher I had to, because I felt that if I didn’t, something awful would happen. He’d be shot, bombed or simply expire with a heart attack at the…

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It all feels a bit like pulling teeth for Hastings Battleaxe….

Pulling teeth? Last weekend there was a wonderful episode when Trump’s team ended up holding a presser in the car park at Four Seasons Total Landscaping instead of the hotel of the same name.  I…

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Our last days in the EU – some good, some less so…

We are now in our last week before we leave the EU… I won’t go on about it, but it hovers at the edge of my consciousness like a nasty floater in the eye. Life…

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Selling poetry for Sara Lee – and a concert with the London Mozart Players

Had a busy day on Saturday… in the afternoon I had been given a stall at the Sara Lee Trust Christmas Sale, to sell ‘Lines and Wrinkles’, and in the evening we went to a…

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‘Lines and Wrinkles’ – Hastings Battleaxe goes to print

Well, not actually Hastings Battleaxe, me.  A collection of my poems, ‘Lines and Wrinkles’ was launched last Friday to mark my 70th Brthday – of which, more in the next post. This is just about…

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