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About myweirdbrainblog

Married to Kathy with an 11 year old daughter.

“Fridge Over the River Kwai” or “Kwai Me a River”

The fridge was my BMX bike. The stifling heat was the jungle. The neighbours were the neighbours but laid out in deck chairs. It’s been a while and I’m back in the spare room again with a deeply aching arm … Continue reading

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Pissing ‘Bloketiquette’

Forget feminism. Men are chained, shackled and manacled when it comes to public pissing etiquette or ‘Bloketiquette’ in the “Big House” or alternatively the “Little Boys’ Room”. I’ve heard the phrase “Rat Up a Drainpipe” applied to it before, but … Continue reading

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A Stag To-Do

I don’t know why I keep returning to my childhood in my posts. Maybe its cathartic I ponder, as I look up at a huge full moon tonight with my Rescue dog “Mr Lee” tugging at the end of his … Continue reading

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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly – Teachers

Was thinking about the various teachers who had the undoubted pleasure of basking in the golden glow of my cerebral cortex. A fine sparkling wine I was, bubbling up to an uncorked neck. And let’s not forget my debonair man-child … Continue reading

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Toenails versus Chewing Gum

Was thinking about my early years living in symmetrical, careful, planned, 1970s ‘cul de sac’ suburbia before we moved out to the abject chaos of the jungle. Food was constantly on my brothers and my minds. Mum and Dad were … Continue reading

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Jenny The Spunk or the Spunk Who Loved Me (Not Really Though)

Being in the spare room often gives me cause to reflect on manly stirrings. The wife has extreme menopause of a kind that leaves me feeling like Lawrence of Arabia in the impassable Nefud Desert. Sand, sand and more damned … Continue reading

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Carbaryl Shakes and Wasp Napalm

With the ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ in his ears I guess, my brother lit the petrol much quicker than any of us expected and the air just supanoved, exploded in front of us. An overflowing swimming pool of molten honeyed … Continue reading

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