Here it comes. .or maybe not

Birmingham is on edge. ..waiting for the almighty snow storm they have called the beast from the east .

There has been panic in supermarkets as people stock up food incase of stortages, appointments rearranged until next week, roads gritted like never before and every flutter of snow reported on Facebook

Today, I walked my dog and whilst out I believe the storm came and went. Half way around the park, the wind and snow picked up, for 2 minutes at least we had both wind and snow and then it went.

Maybe it will pop back tomorrow 😉


Good Mood

This is just a thought, yesterday I noticed that people seemed a lot more upbeat and generally happier than of late

Could this be the extra big supermoon that was present in the sky over the last couple of nights?

Or maybe, it was the end of January, pay days or a blue sky 😉

Spoken Word @ At the Ort 

Young, old  and not forgetting my dog packed the bohemian little cafe in Moseley Rod, Birmingham last night. 

I have been running spoken word and music events at this venue for years and years but last night was something special. 

Everyone in the world felt like they were therr. ..ok that’s a touch of a exaggeration, but you get the message 

The crowd wasn’t just huge they were supportive to all of the acts. .and the acts well they were top quality all 23 of them. That’s no exaggeration, my events are busy ones.  

If you are ever in Balsall Heath on the second Friday of the month. ..please drop in for a fab night 😎

A Faux Beagle 

For a while now my partner has been assuring me our dog is a beagle. 

I saw her being born to my previous dog and know there is no beagle in her mother at all.

But something popped up in my social media with a puppy beagle in it, and the dog looked remarkably like our dog, so I do as you do nowadays a Googled it.


Does she look like a beagle…tick 

Is she intelligent. .double tick 

Hates being left alone. .treble tick 

Chews things up. ..tick 

Is huge fun…..tick

Healthy and sturdy. …tick 

Chases things. ..tick  (ask the local squirrels for confirmation )

Master escapeologists. ….treble tick

Can outwit the owner. ..tick tick tick tick

Yup, unsure how she got here, but we have a beagle through and through 

Another Barking Plan

Today I had a meeting with a  venue I use for events. .they need some more events running to help them stay afloat 

This is lethal for me, it sends my mind into overdrive for new and exciting possibilities. 

So let me see,  what crazy plans have came out of today and been booked to take place? Oh yes, a cafe for dogs.  And I am not kidding.  A monthly pop up dog cafe, I will call it either “Digbeth Dog Cafe ” or “The Mutt Hut ” (my partners idea of a name for the event ),  themed murder mystery evenings, a VV Festival  (vegans and veggies ) , monthly comedy nights, Spring Equinox festival and a world music extravaganza …I have been a busy planner today 

Food overload so let’s walk..

The hotel we are staying at in Fort William cannot be faulted for the food and the continuous quantity of it being served to us

I never go full board so this is an exception.  Yes, the hotel has a gym and a swimming pool which looks up to the snow capped mountain of Ben Nevis but in itself it isn’t doing much to quench the avalanche of food we are all consuming. 

So today we walked and walked. Around a castle , through alleys, estates, stunning scenery and then the town centre. ..and it was great. Crisp cold air, wonderful scenery and ending up in a dog friendly pub. …I cannot think of a much better way to spend boxing day 

Christmas in Scotland 

I had a good idea. . . So I thought.  Let’s all go to Scotland for Christmas, where I was hoping to find snow for Christmas 

I thought about it long and hard. ..where am I most likely to find snow. .I know the highest place in the UK. ….yes, of course. .. Ben Nevis 

A quick check on the Internet, did it have a hotel,  yes it did. So I booked it for the 3 days over Christmas 

Cars were packed  and off we all toddled, my children, their partners , a couple of friends, 4 cars and our dog. 

Scotland is a long way to drive on Christmas Eve, so I started at 4am!  I did have to pick my eldest up on route via Leigh  (near Bolton ) 

As the scenery became dramatic, so did the weather. ..Yes I found a change of weather to wonderful wet and windy.  Not quite snow. But I still have Christmas day to come. ….

Upsetting Swans

Yes, today I upset our two local swans, not intentionally I can assure you. 

I went to the local park as normal with my dog and most unusually nobody else was in the .  It’s normally a hive of activity with joggers, children and adults feeding the ducks, geese and swans and people just going for a week 

The lake is still frozen in parts and so I watched a couple of resident swans slip and slide as they waddled across the ice into the water 

Within seconds they had then swum to the bank where I was standing.  They looked up hopefully at me it was then I realised that they expected me to produce a bag of food to feed them . With the park being deserted of people I was their only hope 

I hung my head in shame and carried on with my dog 

A bit of winter sun

This afternoon I was walking my dog around the waters edge.  The wind was bitter howling around my face and then..

…all of a sudden I came across a sun trap, the wind died totally and I felt the warmth of the winter sun warming my cold face

I love the sun, I am that sad, I will cross to the sunny side of the street on every occasion.  I stand with my face in the warm glow of the sun whenever I can 

I love. need the warmth of the sun as often as I can 

 Yes, I believe this just means i am English. In England we are sun starved and crave it as an addict craves drugs., where’s that sun?

The man who rotten to death(an almost true tale of horror)

The man who rotted to death


Now I am going to tell you a tale, not like any other tale you are going to hear this evening because of one thing, this tale is true and only happened a few years ago.

A few people on this site may know me but you may not know this… a few years ago when my children were smaller I was the area controller for the evening mail, not a very scary profession I can hear you saying.

No its not, but this is about one customer….Bert and his dog called spud. Bert lived not very far from me and I he had been a customer for many many years. It must be said here and now, he was the most miserable and grumpy man I have ever known. I used to knock at his door and he would swear until the air was blue as he made his way to the door with his beloved spud. He may have been a misery but he had two redeeming factors about him, he treasure his dog and was kind to the paper kids, every Christmas he gave the biggest tip in the whole of the midlands to his paper boy.

Again you may say not very scary, well hold onto your hats …here it comes. One day when I knocked he appeared more grumpy than usual, he was also limping. I asked him what was wrong and he explained he had bumped his leg and the wound was not healing.  Being a good soul I suggested he went to the doctors, he chose not to. Each week from then on he would come to the door limping worse and worse and cursing more and more.

The house had begun smell of something rotting, obviously kept nagging him to go to the doctors, he simple said no. You see it had now got so bad he didn’t want to leave his dog and go to hospital. His dog was this grumpy man’s one source of happiness.

Weeks went by, the smell of rotting flesh got worse and worse. Eventually he could not walk, his skin was rotting off his whole body now and leaving a trail of slimy gunk on the floor. He took to his favourite chair, and prepared himself for death.

Oh no I hear you cry, this cannot be allowed to happen, well the doctors were called but he was in sound mind and if he choose a painful rotting to death death, then he was allowed to. I continued to call, just in case he changed his mind and needed me to call someone, you see I was his only visitor, but all I was greeted with each week was a naked man in a chair with a large bottle of whisky and a very loyal dog. At this stage the chair was his home, he couldn’t move, but you couldn’t smell the excrement because the smell of the rotting body was so strong. If you have ever smelt death, this is the smell.

Burt died an agonising death with his dog by his side, I knew he had gone when I passed the house the following day and his chair was in the front garden, a large black hole where he had sat made from his rotting body.

You may have thought how sad, but it never ended then.

It started with a smell that began follow me around, a smell of death. I washed and washed but couldn’t get rid of the smell. People began to avoid me, it was embarrassing.  Customers who used to speak to me, now had their money ready and virtually threw it at me when I answered the door.

Then there was the thump thump noise that started to follow me, it sounded just like the noise bert made with his walking stick in the early days of his illness.

Everywhere I went I heard thump thump…now as you can imagine I was becoming freaked out with this. But it takes a lot scare me and I put it all down to my over active imagination but when I began to leave a gooey sludgy mess of rotting flesh behind me everywhere I went, I couldn’t ignore it anymore, I was being haunted by bert!!!!

Omg I cried as the realisation crept in, as you all ay know I regularly cry OMG….but you may not know this was the first time I ever used the phrase.

I did what every does in that situation, googled “ how to get rid of a ghost” after much searching I found the only way to get rid of a ghost is to find out what it wants. Well I popped of to a shop, picked up a oijee board and asked Bert.

That was scary, my whole house started to smell of death and rotting flesh, as Bert thundered out in his grumpy voice” my dog, where is spud, look after spud or will haunt you forever!”

I had at the time 2 dogs and really didn’t want another one, but what choice did I have, to spend the rest of my life smelling of a dead corpse leaving a gunky trail behind me or own an extra dog. So that’s what I did, I made some enquiries found where spud was in the local rspca and took spud home to meet my other dogs. …I arrived at the rescue centre smelling of rotting flesh, but you will be pleased to know left smelling of nothing.