Category Archives: From the basement

Bruce Willis: air brushed Bruce or Bruce with no hair and beard? A tricky question. Which view of reality do we prefer? Bruce with no hair and a beard apparently. Nothing much is really added to the ‘ooo do we … Continue reading →

A couple of weeks ago our fridge broke, being enslaved to the genius system of a letting agency who can only pass messages on to the Landlord, who appears to be out of the country for most of his life, … Continue reading →

Driving into Brighton, sky awash with light from the sun disappearing over the horizon. Walking through the lanes, meandering around the lit up Pavillion, crescent moon framed through elegant trees. Conversation, the dance of the unknown, skimming through the surface … Continue reading →

My new favourite cafe Independent, lovely and great coffee. Oh to be a staff worker again and I could frequent it all day long. Most enjoyed blog of the week Some vindication for the English obsession with talking about the … Continue reading →

There isn’t a more appropriate phrase in my head to sum up the end of this blog. For the time has come for Hoveactually to be packed up in a box and put on the top shelf of my wardrobe … Continue reading →