Graham Bedford

The sun is warm in a bright blue sky, and the plane trails are clearing very quickly, the birds are singing, and I am ‘creosoting’ yes, real creosoting, not like ‘hoovering’ when using a Dyson.

I always suspected there would be no VCs hidden away in sock drawers, based upon another one of my mum’s wartime stories: “your dad was demoted from corporal to private after punching a conscientious objector”!

On Saturday, Sunday and Monday last the North Sea and German Ocean was visited by a series of the most terrific gales that have been known for very many years. Much damage has been caused thereby to scores of our fishing vessels and vessels of heavier tonnage have fared even worse than they. But we…

The overriding opinion is that the day starts with blue skies until those trails appear, then the sky turns grey for the rest of the day. That is something I also observe, and that is why this subject intrigues me.

Graham's great grandfather’s trawler was lost at sea in February 1915, possibly as a result, like many others, by enemy action.

Grumpy Old Git torques it up about internet info...........

Grumpy Old Git is back with more gripes about the myriad irritations of modern life.

Today's Covid Rembrance Sunday is a cruel trick, a continuation of on of the most shameless cover-ups in British history,

The Grumpy Old Git is back to harumph about the mysteries of English pronunciation and of life in general.

Grumpy Old GIT GB tells car designers how it should be done, and road designers what he thinks of them

In these dark times I feel we need a laugh, and please have one at my misery of being ill over the festive period.

Grumpy Old Git on Christmas Cards and Marxists.