The Carpark King and “Strange Folk”                  Last month I briefly mentioned the finding and reburial of King Richard III.  It’s the kind of bloke I am, forever topical.  I then heard on the radio that the lady who found him in the car park in Leicester knew he was there all along, as she “was drawn to the letter K in Parking” which is how she determined where he was located. …

The Tale of the Ring and other Tall Stories       My fellow insomniacs, all of a sudden it’s time to compose another page of drivel.  Believe it or not it is “composed” so you can only imagine what it might be like if it was written “al fresco” so to speak.  Since we last met, it has come to my attention from differing global sources (Splott and Cyncoed primarily) that there is some question about whether my scribblings have…

The Thoroughbred Dog and Pass the Parcel      Dear Electorate, it may have escaped your notice but the General Election is upon us in a matter of weeks.  Now politics is a thorny area and most of us have differing views but be that as it may, I have been amused at the hollow promises politicians dust off and run-up-the-flagpole at this special time.  In the good old days politicians had careers away from politics, (or was it carers)…