Sixty & Frisky.

The meandering adventures of a shameless sexagenarian. "No mind ever made more promises a body couldn't keep" (His Analyst) "He's just a bit lost" (A close friend) "Who?" ( ex.wife )

Welcome to my new Blog. I have titled it Frisky & Sixty, or was it Sixty & Frisky? Either way it’s wishful thinking to be honest with you, I should really have called it The Grumpy Old Bastard Diaries, but that doesn’t really have a good ring to it & as these are the days of fake it to make it I’m going all out to rampage through my sixties with carefree abandon, I shall be over-sharing my thoughts, reflections & experiences as I stumble along the path to ultimate oblivion.

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  • One legged men.

    It’s October & darkness abounds far too many hours of the day and I don’t flipping like it one little bit, it’s  pitch black when I wake up in the morning and by the time my internal clock seems to think it’s barely afternoon then sod me if it’s not dark again.  The brief hours Read more

  • In the city of dreams

    If I had a bucket list Vienna would have been on it. & somewhat tardy though I have been I finally got there in the end. Arriving without fanfare at the main train station it’s a case of dragging suitcases over cobbled streets to the tram stop. God I love the Trams. England used to Read more

  • our man In Trieste

    The train from Venice pulls up a steep incline, sea to the right, tree covered mountains of the karst plateau rising left. It’s hard to know which way to look as all is a feast for the eyes. Then all of a sudden the long climb upwards ends and we tip forwards and downwards at Read more

  • Holidays with the hapsburgs

    Meet me in Milan, now there’s an offer not to be missed. You’ve never been to Milan? Oh you must. Let me show you – La Gazzella. My latest escape from Blighty – starting in Milan Milan-Trieste-Vienna – about the same distance as London to Edinburgh, though the journey covers three countries & my destinations Read more

  • dirty

    Many mornings I’m the first in the queue at the health club, this way I’m in the pool before it gets busy, I even tend to travel there in my bathing shorts for rapid access. There’s nothing worse than swimming up and down and continually bumping into the wide swathe of humanity that frequent my Read more

  • Dick

    I am going to the local Health Club every day. It’s a mile away, up a small hill, that’s enough to get the old ticker moving ( though technically two strong coffees and a smoke before hand help ). I like to get there at 6.30am when the joint opens and swim, it’s quiet then Read more