Desperate Reader

Why is it that late Autumn feels like such a good time for a good bit of Victorian melodrama and sensation? I've been dipping in and out...

Week days off are a wonderful thing (I get one every other week so it's hardly a novelty but every time it makes me happy). I know t...

I had meant to write about Wilkie Collins 'Miss or Mrs' but am putting it aside again in favour of a general ramble and a sort of ...

Blogging is, it seems, a sure fire way of ensuring I let pasta boil over and over cook - this is especially embarrassing when Nigella is on...

More years ago than I care to remember I read my way through Douglas Adams, went through all the disk world novels at least twice (there ...

It's that stage on a Sunday evening when I try and persuade myself that bunging on a mixed wash is basically all the housework I real...

My blog posting has been a bit sporadic recently - for which I have a variety of excuses the best of which is an unexpected burst of sociali...

For most of my life the Scottish borders were somewhere that we passed through on the way North or South without ever stopping to look at...

I'm not generally very good at reading projects and challenges but sometimes it feels like a good idea and I've got one brewing. I e...

It's been a hectic few days away in the borders celebrating (belatedly) my father's 70th birthday (and also his twin brothers) an...