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Dear Barry’s friends It’s Barry’s Mum here. Barry asked me to pass on a message. I’m not very good with computers, so you’ll have to bear ...

Hey guys - sorry about the disappearing act. Again. I've not been up to anything massively exciting to be honest. I got a bit para about...

I suppose that last cliffhanger was a bit redundant since you know I'm writing this series of blog posts from the position of someone al...

Suffice to say the flight back over was not exactly carried out in the style to which I had become accustomed and being hastily bundled into...

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. “Your mother is dead Barry,” he said with stony faced callousness. “The British consu...

“Sex-u-al-ity, strong and warm and wild and free,” or so sang opinionated modern day minstrel Billy Bragg. He was simply saying, in his own ...

I'm wasted working on potwash. I am, truly. A man like me, with my creative talents. But there is no way I want to be out in the kitchen...