He walked away. He walked back. He could not look at her. He could not look away. He began to say something. He could not say anything. What could he say? Whatever he said must appal Elenora, perhaps disgust her. Certainly discomfort and embarrass her. The last thing he wanted was to cause [...]

  In less than a heartbeat it was done. The Cupid’s, Bertrand’s, tiny arrow was buried deep in his heart. Cold as deep blue ice. Hot as white hot gold. From this moment there was no hope of Cupid’s cruelly-barbed steel ever being removed without tearing his heart out with it. And Hamgar looked up. [...]

  Today as Hamgar was admiring Elenora’s miniatures, Bertrand, unnoticed by the artisans below, was beginning to get it. His little wings began trembling with excitement. His arrow slotted onto the string and with frowning concentration Bertrand began to draw it slowly back. But his cute little pudgy fingers couldn’t hold the arrow and suddenly [...]

    Hamgar never really noticed the fat little Cherubs flying around, or sitting on the beams above him. For as long as he could remember, Cherubs had always been everywhere, so common that he no longer saw them, and if he had, well, they were nothing to do with him at this time in [...]

  Once upon a time there was a little Cherub. It was a long, long time ago, of course, back when there were cherubim and seraphim flitting about everywhere and the Great Masters could paint their portraits. I know they were real because I have seen photos of their pictures and I have seen ceilings [...]

From time to time over the next few weeks Sir Roger will be sharing the tragickly true mediæval story of Hamgar and Elenora whose secret he unearthed only recently. Today he offers the introduction. The Extraordinary Tale Behind The Discovery Of The Tragic Love Story Of Hamgar, Elenora And Bertrand More than one hundred years [...]

Today we celebrate the marriage of an unemployed¹ man, the son of a barking madman and a kindergarten teacher, to a fashion accessory buyer, the daughter of a flight attendant and a flight-attendant-made-good as a mail order salesman. Nothing wrong with that, of course. There are many people who get married every day with a [...]

I’ve got what girls like; I’ve got what ladies want. They want boys like (boys like) me. I make them want me. I like to tease them. They want to touch me. I never let them. I am so special -as you have noticed. I am so different – want to protect me – so [...]

Some things are just wrong. And xkcd knows where they are: in your head. What are your three wishes, readers? And who do you really want to be rubbing your lamp? And here’s two genies for the price of one. It’s mine, mine, all mine! I’m rich! I’m independently wealthy! I’m comfortably well off! Why [...]

Being wrong is hard for most of us to take. I watch men in their cars with women, fiercely laying down with utter conviction the way the world really works. Of course I don’t actually know what they’re talking about but like them I think I’m definitely right. Neverthless I always smile knowingly in my [...]

Sir Roger knows it’s not quite Valentine’s Day but he thought you might want to use this marvellous card to hand to your unrequiting lover on Monday.