Introduction

Welcome to Grinding The Bones.

Its desired title was The Daily Grind, but some other enlightened individual chose that first. Likewise he (or she) chose variations on the theme of surviving the absurdities of daily life, but then I remembered my addiction to a certain coffee shop and Grinding the Beans but, alas; same story. It was a short jump from grinding beans to grinding bones and remember Jack and the Beanstalk?

“Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll GRIND HIS BONES to make my bread”.

Horror stories for little kids. That what this blog should be seen for – introduce your children to this and they’ll never grow up for fear of what life might do to them. On the other hand, given the right encouragement, you could create mental clones of me. What a thought - hoards of Little Mikes pointing out the stupidities in life whilst on their way to becoming the writers of the future.

Roll over JK Rowling, Stephen King and all the rest – the Little Ones are here…