Monthly Archives: January 2012

Familiar faces

My mother is a musician, who also teaches singing and piano. Her pupils encompass keen singers and players of all ages and most abilities, and every January she hosts a musical evening so they can all perform to a sympathetic … Continue reading

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Schadenfreude

I adore and despise the Metro in equal measure. I never take a copy from the poor bastard loitering in the rain outside Cally Road tube, but once down in the underworld I always seem to end up retrieving a … Continue reading

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Out of office

Last night I left the office early to go and interview a minor celeb via ham, egg and chips at a Sainsbury’s café in Southall. Just in case anyone stopped by my desk looking for me, I left a helpful … Continue reading

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The campfire gourmet

Faced with a half page to fill in a magazine, the most grown-up and professional solution for an editor is probably not to draw a picture. Nevertheless, this is what I have been doing since last summer. The concept of … Continue reading

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A reminder of festive times

2011 seemed to be the year of the Christmas jumper, and in our office the fundraising department ran a little competition wall of jumper pics. Since I was the nearest man with a camera, I ended up taking most of … Continue reading

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The stuff dreams are made of

A side effect of entering the London Boat Show is that you immediately lose all concept of money. You are horrified by the decadence of the first £700,000 yacht you see, and swiftly come to regard a £250,000 speedboat as … Continue reading

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Mixed messages

The stroppy note on the front door annoyed me slightly, but I think the transparency of this Christmas message is quite sweet. I texted a nice message back.

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The tenacity of tinsel

Up on the North York Moors, there is a particularly exposed stretch of main road running between the derelict Legendary Saltersgate Inn and the truck-slaying gradient of Blue Bank. As you come along it, past the US Air Force’s early … Continue reading

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