I don't know why I'm still so passionate about this place. And by "place" I mean, Hive. I've retired from quite a few things and writing about Hive was one of them, quite awhile ago. This one

Nit nit nit. I made an inward tsking noise as I browsed my HIVE feed. It was awash with people regurgitating stories of Bitcoin becoming legal tender. I clicked and skimmed through a few and made that

Hello there, sir. A tatty looking peasant man greeted me as I opened my front door. My side lip curled up as if the Good Lady had put pickled dill on my sandwich. I hate being called sir. It is almost

Welcome to the words you are now reading.  Today is a day like no other and you've suddenly found yourself in a mess you will not be able to get out of. What do you do? The answer to that is simple. Welcome

Alright mate, could you like my TikTok? The voice of my friend Spiggy boomed out from my phone. My face twisted in a way that would be depressingly familiar to a dog's arse trying to pass a nobbly stone.

Ahhhh. The How to guides for newbies. They have always been a popular subject here on Hive. They never go out of vogue. Indeed, as the active user base decreases, stagnates goes from strength to strength,

You think the Chinese then? The Good Lady called from the kitchen. Her voice was coloured with a strange mixture of fascination and fear. I looked up from my laptop where I had been watching the pounding

Not long ago I was busy teaching you people how to build quality cabinets in your spare time.  Of course, that's bullshit.  The post had nothing to do with cabinets. Thanks for being such good sports and

Warning: the following is a dry and sterile dissection of the proportional representation voting system we have here in Scotland. It is a cold and factual dissection of the how and the why and might be

Is this a strange old Armadillo! Cuddling up, leaving marks on my pillow!! I sang the old Tony Christie classic under my breath as I waltzed into my old office. Although in this version a short and twee,

Something was terribly wrong. The day had begun like any other day. Hopping out of bed and throwing some clothes at myself, hoping enough stuck to at least cover my testicles. Unfortunately, the Good Lady

Now that you're finished reading those instructions, I'd like to take a few moments to talk about other things. Some of the other things will include stuff such as: 1) What it's really like because 2)

Do I even have a right to criticize? Excuse me, sir.  You're about to get hit by a bus. "Don't tell me where I can walk and how to walk!  Mind your own damn business!" Splat And at that moment,

Darling, I have something for you? I husked alluringly as if I had eaten a box of matches. Beyond the light of the door, my lady lay reclined against the sofa, the soft sunshine silhouetting her curves.

Daddy-Bear, arent you coming to bed, it's quite late? The Good Lady asked, fluttering her eyelashes as if in a gritty desert wind. Yeah, two seconds, baby-cakes. I am just setting something up and then

Daddy-Bear, you remember that I have that hair appointment today? The Good Lady stood framed in the doorway of the Attic for all the world looking like a rather elegant ostrich albeit with mad lockdown

I never cared to play follow the leader.  Especially since for many, that leader is not a human.  It's money.  And if your goal is to always chase something, you'll never catch it, because that's not included

Champion the wonder horse... Champion the Wonder Hoooooorse!! I sat in the lounge as some ridiculous theme tune to some ancient TV show blared out of Alexa. It was sunny. The temperature was even threatening

Daddy, can we get a parrot? The Little Lady approached me earnestly with her dangerous wide open asking eyes. A parrot? Fuck off. I was tempted to reply. However, telling your kids to fuck off is definitely

Oh my god!  Oh my god!  Oh my god!  I can post on the internet now! This is amazing!  I'm going to scramble around without thinking and put my shit everywhere! Money money money money.  Money! Money money