House-hunting is a strange term don’t you think? House-searching makes more sense to me although that seems to sound closer to describing burglary more than anything else. But how do you hunt for a house? Do you get dressed up in your best horse-riding gear, wear a ridiculous looking hat and go out with ten of your best hunting Beagles in search of your dream home? Luckily you don’t have to answer that. The answer is given to us in the 9 million property programmes on television these days. [More]

I don’t know why anyone would want to be a teacher, particularly a teacher of teenagers where I went to school. I guess there would be some satisfaction in seeing some of the students pass exams and the long holidays would be another nice perk but I don’t know if that would be enough to offset the random abuse and constant mind games teenagers armed with raging hormones play. The job must be made more difficult by the fact that kids know they are untouchable these days, a far cry from the dictatorial days only a couple of decades ago when teachers would routinely belt students (usually not with a belt). The school I went to was poor in monetary terms. It was also poor in official standard terms. Don’t get me wrong there were some great teachers there but some kids were simply lunatics and uncontrollable. Here are some of my memories of secondary school. [More]

Our final Full English gig on Saturday 18th February has now sold out. Luckily for you we are putting on another gig on Friday 17th February. Tickets are $25 or 4 for an eye-wateringly good $60. A saving of……1….carry the 4, divide by pi……….lots! Mmm….pie. To book, click HERE