Never walk when you can ride.

I will admit that, having sprung from my dear old mother nearing 200 years ago, I am an aged old cove now. I am approaching the well-seasoned nature, if not the venerability, of old Methuselah his self. Some may put this long-livedness down to stubbornness, after all, after a life lived as mine, I am... Continue Reading →

Sloper’s Declaration of Independence

Now then, you may notice that banner across the top of this journal of mine, the one which proclaims ‘Ally Sloper’s Half Holiday’. This same banner was the one that festooned the humorous periodical featuring your humble servant which was run by my second patron Gilbert Dalziel. You can see that I have struck out... Continue Reading →

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