It’s been a while since last I blogged and in that time the world has gone from being predominantly concerned with a pandemic to being predominantly concerned with a war. This is hardly an improvement all things considered. Indeed so horrendous is the current status quo, that I need to acknowledge, from the outset, that…
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Just Call Me Mr Milestone
In recent weeks I have passed quite a few significant milestones in my life. The milestones are, of course, metaphorical. I haven’t passed any real milestones. Or possibly I have when I’ve been out and about, but if that is the case I haven’t really noticed. In real life, actual milestones are a somewhat dated…
James Complains About A Man Buying Potatoes (But Not Specifically Because He Was Buying Potatoes)
It’s Sunday morning as I write this (though I think it will likely be Tuesday before I post it) and I am, to put it mildly, quite irritated. Possibly I’d go so far as to say I’m angry. And frankly my state of vexation is over something so petty that I should be able to…
James Complains About Seven Delicious Biscuits
I enjoy a good biscuit as much as anyone. Pre-pandemic, when I used to have to attend meetings in person, I always felt slightly less hostile towards the meeting organiser if there were biscuits available. Not that biscuits could ever truly redeem any meeting, but when they were available they could help to ease…
A Pun-ishing Eggs-ercise In Which I Shell Not Egg-Cell In Cracking Eggs-tremely Eggs-cellent Yolks
If the title of the post has brought you to here in the eggs-pectation that I’ll be cracking lots of egg-based puns then I’m sorry to disappoint, but I won’t be. Apart from in that sentence. Which I admit, looks a little misleading as disclaimers go. But, much as I enjoy a good egg-based pun…
Don’t Panic!
In these unusual times, you do start to reassess your values and priorities and begin to focus on what’s really important. And for the people of Britain, what’s really important appears to be toilet paper. It’s one of the cornerstones of our national identity apparently. I had eschewed the supermarkets in recent days but ventured…
Becoming The Hero I Was Born To Be
Despite the fact that we’re now all living in a world that is eerily reminiscent of the beginning of every Zombie movie ever, it’s nice to see that we British are displaying our usual ‘Dunkirk’ spirit. Obviously I wasn’t around at the time of Dunkirk, and my historical knowledge may be a little sketchy here,…
A Very Cold Ape
As is the norm of a Sunday night (which is when I’m writing this, though, in order to allow time for the proofreading that I almost certainly won’t do, it will not appear in the blogosphere until Monday morning) I am somewhat apprehensive about the working week ahead of me. There is nothing especially onerous…
Super
Where did Tess go? I hear she’s doing quite well Despite fears induced by a shift In prices blamed on continental drift But she returned home sans berries Because now they’re too expensive And she Asda make do with cheaper alternatives And consider Aldi options To make the most of her devalued pound Cos every…
An Awkward Encounter at the Deli Counter
Saturday lunchtimes are often a conundrum for Mrs Proclaims and I. Most meal times are pretty regulated these days due to a highly efficient grocery-shopping schedule. (That’s right I’ve opened a post with the phrase ‘highly efficient grocery-shopping schedule’. This one’s going to be roller coaster of a post…) Essentially we get our groceries delivered…
James Complains About Free Stuff
It’s a popular maxim that ‘the best things in life are free’. I’m less than convinced that’s the case. I’m not sure that there’s much at all in life that’s actually free, let alone the best things. In fact, so convinced am I that the best things in life aren’t free, that I actually did…
The Results Are In
There are results in life That I care about The results of an academic endeavour perhaps Or the outcome of a job interview
James Proclaims! 