Cromercrox
is an author who lives in Cromer, Norfolk, England, with his family and numerous pets. He enjoys writing, playing rock organ, beachcombing, supporting Norwich City FC, and falling asleep. By day he is a Senior Editor of a well-known weekly professional science journal beginning with N, whose parent organisation wishes it to be known that none of the views expressed on this blog are theirs, because they don't know where they've been.Twitstorm
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... is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up agirrafechair. Make yourself comfortable.-
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Monthly Archives: April 2009
Word Of The Week: Scrappage
Meanwhile, over on Facebook, my pal Brian Clegg opines that the word scrappage can’t possibly be a real word. He refers of course, to the dodgy, and, moreover, desperate scheme whereby Moron McBroon and his fellow donkey-jacketed cronies want to … Continue reading
Norfolk, Land of Pig and Poultry
What with the World Health Organization upgrading the Swine Flu Emergency to Level 5 – one notch below a full-on panic pandemic, I would draw your attention to this extremely interesting and informative post by Eric Michael Johnson. In his … Continue reading
In A Nutshell
Now is probably not the time to be launching a new literary magazine, so hats off to two of my younger, brighter, shinier and more energetic colleagues (Ms F. F. of Italy and Ms. E. G. of somewhere near Dundee, … Continue reading
They’ve Got It In For Dogs, Now
As regular readers will know, the Cromercroxi love taking Canis cromercroxorum for walks on Cromer beach. A small section of the beach around the Pier is closed to dogs between May and September, but that’s fine – there’s plenty of … Continue reading
The Battle for Middle-earth
Last week I had occasion to visit the city of Hereford. Now, you’d think that a place like Hereford would be the zenithal apotheosis of all that was pleasant and clean and good about England. It was a dump. The … Continue reading
Onward [Insert Faith of Choice] Soldiers
My colleague Noah Gray told me of this great site called Google Fight in which you can pitch two adversaries against each other to see who has the most hits. Of some of the fights described as classics, the current … Continue reading
St George’s Day Rant
Down with that incompetent, meddling, deceitful, self-aggrandizing, micro-managing slack-jawed Caledonian fool Gordon McBroon and his Legions of the Undead Existentially Challenged stooges, toadies, newt-fanciers, diversity compliance officers, mendacious sleazebags, chisellers, chippies, apparatchiks, political-correctness czars, Guardianistas and elephants hierophants sycophants. Burn … Continue reading
Sexist Hypocrisy
Mrs Cromercrox, Canis cromercroxorum and I enjoy Wednesday evenings in front of the box watching Desperate Housewives, being the soap-tastic adventures of a group of women and their menfolk in American Suburbia. My enjoyment is spoiled by the adverts from … Continue reading
The East Beach at Cromer
I meet them all the time, walking the dog on the East Beach. People who’d upped sticks from Luton, Leeds or London, two or ten or twenty years ago, and come to rest here, in Cromer. Some are retired. Others … Continue reading
Commutatis Maledictis
I’ve been brewing an essay for a while now on that outmoded custom known as commuting and the related commercial pastime known as meetings. Before I go any further, some definitions are perhaps in order. com’mu-ting: the activity of travelling … Continue reading
