This piece first appeared in 2010. I am reposting it today for reasons which I am sure will be obvious to the woolly-brained among you. If you are a certain type of folk singer, or vicar, or countryside rambler, you … Continue reading
Though his mighty brain confounded mere mortals, Sherlock Holmes was, of course, a dimwit in comparison with his brother Mycroft. Something similar may be said about Blossom Partridge and her sister Flossie. Blossom is best-known as editrix of Miss Blossom … Continue reading
If you are a certain type of folk singer, or vicar, or countryside rambler, you will as likely as not be wearing a jumper or sweater or pullover made of wool. It may conceivably be a polo neck. You more … Continue reading
For many of us, there comes a time when we may need to consult the Woohoohoodiwoo Woman about some matter of psychomagickal significance. We might seek answers to questions such as; – What is the difference between good wool and … Continue reading
“Woolworth’s is no more,†said a headline I spotted in a newspaper. I did not quite grasp what it meant – that apostrophe s seemed misplaced – so I ruminated, as I do whenever I encounter something perplexing. My usual … Continue reading