Neither mirth nor woe: Macca It was an August Saturday, the sun already belting down, that we packed the trailer with the camping gear, hooked it up to the back of the car and headed off for a two week holiday under canvas. As usual, the old man had kept our destination a closely-guarded secret, exc...

Neither mirth nor woe: Who dares wins As I steal from the Danny Baker show, so I return. This time its a remix of an old tale of woe, thrashed into shape to satisfy two of his current themes: 'Out of control' and 'Things of Which We No Longer Speak'. So mote it be. As a dreadful student, I went on a...

Neither Mirth nor Woe: My Dentist Shame I have alluded, in the past, to an episode in my life where I have shamed myself in the offices of my charming, hardly-expensive-at-all NHS dentist. In fact, past tellings haven't quite told the whole truth, for I have shamed myself on a number of occasions in...

Neither mirth nor woe: "The goggles – They do nothing!" You may already know that I work away from home. My Monday morning ritual, then, is one where I rise at 4.30am, dress in the dark, pausing only to clean up a pool of dog piss in the conservatory, before hitting dark Dorset roads just in time ...

Neither mirth nor woe, but essentially true although possibly containing traces of fiction: Night Time 9.15pm. On the dot, somewhere in nineteen ninety-something. I stride into the control room at our luxuriously-appointed headquarters and take over from Cameron, who had been in charge of the throbb...

Neither mirth nor woe: Friday morning Friday morning. Any Friday morning, in fact. We drive past the house, and noting the lack of a parking space, spend the next twenty minutes getting further and further away, until, finally, we find somewhere to leave the car several hundred yards from our target...