An incomplete and unnecessary list of people who make appearances across this blog. In no particular order…
Artist, kitten, nuisance. Yoko is my cat and best friend.
My improbable pal and erstwhile scotch housemate. Falstaf to my Hal. Watson to my Holmes. Engles to my Marx. Little John to my Robin Hood. Buzz to my Woody. Chewbacca to my Han Solo. Morphine to my heroin. C-Boats (aka Col) is now a hip photographer in that there London town.
The Present Miss Rope
The luckiest gal in town. Whoever she may be at the time.
The Former Miss Rope(s)
A silly fool of questionable moral fortitude. Whoever she may be at the time of writing. I think the various Former Miss Ropes have a newsletter you can subscribe to.
Dannish Inquisition aka Danolo Vanz
My ex-pat cousin. A wizened cove, Sceptical Communist Gambler (More or Less) and author of the blog The Soul Man Under Socialism.
Old Ma Rope and Old Pa Rope
Cantankerous old grumps from whence I came.
John Le Baptiste
Feckless and rotund oaf, a blight on the face of the internet, scourge of Yorkshire brothels and a sight afeared at many a dinner table this side of Sheffield. JLB, as he is known to his friends and the police, is a writer, thinker and tinker. His blog delights Old Rope in the same way that kebabs do: Filthy, full of fecund shite, but you cant resist the option when you are pissed. I also contribute fake film reviews of movies I have ostensibly not seen, for his site The Agoraphobic Reviewer.
Carlos The Jackal
My debaucherous solicitor and king of anecdotes. Not to be confused with the real Carlos The Jackal, though the similarities are obvious.
As a serial offender wanted in 57 countries on numerous counts of being “too clever by half”, Old Rope requires not one but two solicitors. Troublesome, sinister and depraved, Smorse fits the bill perfectly. He also sings in the excellent and curiously named pop group Hillary and The Democrats.
Everything you’ve never wanted to know about bands you’ve never heard of but are gonna be told anyway. A dear old pal and author of the charming When Hearts Turn Blue blog.
A sexy bastard who spake words from which Old Rope took its name.