A Kind of Phut

Turkey Neck

Last week I ran out of shaving foam but being a resourceful sort of chap I merely laughed off this

In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. What that song doesn’t say is that

Strange things these blogs. I’ve written before about the writers’ egotistical belief that the world gives a damn about what

I’m in a bit of a hurry today so can’t write a blog. Here is something to ponder though.

For the last few years I’ve been a slave to various social networking sites. It all started with Myspace and

After struggling for weeks with Debian; I finally gave in. Frankly I became exhausted. Iceweasel couldn’t display the simplest flash

Today while walking to the shop I noticed among some bushes a pristine pair of gingham underpants. Now this isn’t

Dear British Broadcasting Corporation, We’ve been friends now for thirty seven years. You entertained and delighted me since childhood and

Hello and welcome to the new look martinwolfenden.com. In fact I may follow Stephen Fry and call it martinwolfenden.com 2.0,