We got round building regulations by inventing a new category: The terraced garden-office cowshed barn garage.

During the Cold War countless Garden Chairs of Solitude perished attempting to reach the West.

Now I am become death, causer of migraines.

Property is expected to change postcode in the next couple of days.

“Almost done, then I’ll show you where I buried the remote”

The British childhood is a rare combination of abject misery and risk of harm.

UK Government considers banning Pass the Parcel after another fatality.

As we stumble reluctant and afraid into 2024, all that connects us is how alone we are.

Also Happy New Year.

For emergency evacuations please use the stairs.

Seldom observed in the wild, the 90s office chairs’ lengthy and complex mating ritual begins.

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