Lies, lies, lies

I was just eating some Wensleydale cheese. I was trying a variation on the usual red Leicester or double Gloucester in my lunchtime baked [microwaved] potato, and I can report…

Making the headlines

We got new email addresses at the end of the summer, at which point the torrent of spam that I was receiving on a daily basis abruptly ceased. While I…

User-generated content

Sitting at my desk just earlier, I decide to check the comments section of our websites. Sure enough, there are a handful of user reviews in there, including several by…

The hood

Being able to walk to work is unusual, especially in London. As with all good things of course, I take it completely for granted. It’s not a bad walk though,…

Discarded in a Travelodge

While I was eating my peppered steak slice yesterday lunch time and feeling sorry for myself because I had a cold, I got a press release through. Unremarkable in itself,…

Making tracks

I was at Beautiful Days at the weekend. It’s a little festival in Devon that the Levellers run. It sheeted with rain most of the time and everything turned into…

An invertebrate of many parts

I was just reading the word ‘slug’ in the dictionary and thinking how much I like it. If you were wondering why I was looking at it, it was because…

The night watch

The other week I spent a very long time getting back to London. Not of my own volition. I was playing my violin in a concert in Leicester, where the…

Everyone loves a scumbag

I took exception the other day at something I read describing Indiana Jones as an anti-hero. Fair enough I suppose if you’re taking the word to the letter. An anti-hero…

Rising damp

I like the summer sort of rain we’ve had over the past couple of days. Sure you get a bit wet but it’s quite warm and not so unpleasant. And…

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