Taking the Pearce

Colin Pearce diary of an ordinary man...

Good question! It depends on who you ask. He can be a disorganised nitwit; an incurable romantic; a children’s book writer; an opinionated bastard; a family man; a marketing man… just another bloke who’s ricocheting round...

Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Townsville

I CAN’T help feeling a certain pride.

Antisocial of me, I suppose, but I feel like one of Robin Hood’s merry men, cheating the Sherriff of Nottingham of his taxes.

So the twin cities owe the government $10 million, do they?

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The red wine alarm

DID you know they can grow grapes with alarm clocks in them?

 

Or maybe they’ve found a way to make liquid clocks, which they mix them into the wine.

 

So far, though, they have only perfected this technique with red grapes, or red wine, and they can only set the alarms for 3am.

 
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Why cyclists wear Lycra...

I HAVE gone off cyclists.

 

I used to be one, and then I found cars. As a motorist I tried to treat cyclists with respect. I was horrified at the way cars screamed past cyclists with barely the thickness of a coat of paint between them, on blind bends, the crests of hills, double white lines. And if the road was too narrow to scream past them – they screamed over them. I even wrote sympathetically about cyclists, and the abuse they were subjected to by motorists, in this newspaper.

 
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So you thought you were in control...

I THINK I know why my wife left me.

 

Apart from the fact that I treated her very badly over a long period of time.

 

It seems she wants control.

 

Not of me, but of her own life. She didn’t tell me this; the counsellor did.

 
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