‘Please come and take a look at beautiful Kingston-Upon-Thames, we think you’ll love it’. When I received this message from a PR company I assumed it was aimed at anyone but me.
Dear valued readers, we would like to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
I’ve reached an age where, if you’re not careful, you become a serial moaner and drive everyone round the bend. But rather than turning into Victor Meldrew and annoying everyone else, I found myself being the one getting steamed up behind the wheel.
Invited to experience action at The Stoop for the first time, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Invited to Go Ape, I took one look at photographs of people clambering through the treetops and rapidly decided my new-found fear of heights meant this wasn’t one for me.
You miserable old git.
I’ve shared my view of litterbugs before – complete scumbags who treat decent folk, who care about their environment, with total disdain.
If it’s good enough for the Grand Hotel in Brighton*, I reckon it's good enough for the back yard at my flat.
