UberGrumpy

Move over, Captain Ahab, here comes UberGrumpy.
Unless you count the Isle of Wight ferry, Mrs G and I are not experienced sailors.  So a recent holiday with good friends on board a sailboat was quite literally a voyage of discovery. We learnt loads.  Naturally, I feel the need to share some top tips...

In which UberGrumpy is unimpressed by innovative cuisine.
London. Rain. Work. Three reasons for a bad mood. To cheer up, I hit my favourite breakfast place. Their cosmic Eggs Benedict is worth travelling for. Or at least it was.  I look at the menu. It’s gone.  We now have Avocado Benedict.  And Avocado Florentine...

In which UberGrumpy, against his better judgement, reveals the intimate details of his love life.
Mrs G and I have been together for umpty-nine years now, and we are often asked what our secret is. Well, I cannot tell a lie1; it begins and ends in the bedroom department. Over the years we have picked up a vast range of techniques and tips, and it...

In which UberGrumpy gets a lodger. Or does he?
So Mrs G and I have a new lodger, Colin.  Colin is a boisterous young feller and a great pleasure to have around the house; always friendly and cheerful, never a harsh word for anyone, easy-going and amenable, always up for a bit of exercise.  But we...