Pretty much like any other on-line home, really. Lots of stuff lying around, and joyously none of it laundry.
(or 'How The English Language Was 'Written Off By Me')
Just when you think things can't get any verse...
South Gloucester Ford Capri Owners club, the story of The Flying Tiger, and other tales for those with an interest in what's left of her 1,886,646 sisters.
If A Picture Can Paint A Thousand Words...
...you'd think they could redecorate my kitchen too. Various snaps of me and mine
A useful and/or interesting assortment of sites that were just lying around...
Like butter wouldn't melt
fruitcake, aged very nearly three, in 1967. Don't be deceived by the innocent expression - its owner had just dissected two woodlice. And eaten them.