Playing jazz with a funky groove An Internet search for 'Knats' produces information about those pesky little flying insects, gnats. We don't suffer from gnats in our house, although we do sometimes have ants in our kitchen. I can tell when the ants are roaming because I can hear Mrs Crotchety muttering to them. Sometimes…Read more Knats
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Longing
Longing for ... what?, I wonder. It's been exceptionally wet in some parts of the UK for the past couple of months. Many of us here have been longing for the rain to stop. But Lis Wessberg is from Denmark. I have no idea what the weather has been like over there, but the chances…Read more Longing
Longing for the Dawn
As autumn rolls in slowly in these parts of the Northern Hemisphere, our thoughts begin to turn to the coming winter. It could be a hard one. The news outlets are warning us of possible surges in the Covid and flu infection rates, and a shortage of natural gas may lead to power cuts in…Read more Longing for the Dawn
Là-Haut
When Crotchety Man was a student studying biochemistry in the early seventies the class turned up for a series of laboratory practicals to be told that we were getting a new supervisor. For the next few weeks, instead of the fully qualified doctor of philosophy we had expected, they had appointed a 'demonstrator' who was…Read more Là-Haut
Tea Time
There are some funny names out there. In my Release Radar playlist this week there was a single called by a band called . I did listen to it and it's OK but not up to Crotchety blogging standard. (For the incurably curious it's on Spotify here.) Curiosity then seized the helm of the mental ship and took…Read more Tea Time
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