Indelicate matters
‘Have you ever thought that there are loads of funny ways of saying you’re off for a poo, but not many to say you’re off for a slash?’ My brother…
‘Have you ever thought that there are loads of funny ways of saying you’re off for a poo, but not many to say you’re off for a slash?’ My brother…
I started a new job last week, and as part of my induction process I have been required to complete various bits of e-learning. They have been the usual sorts…
Apologies for the radio silence of late. A week away camping was preceded by a week of hectic social engagements, preceded by my most ambitious ever illustration job. A former…
In a recent post about the film portfolio of Arnold Schwarzenegger, I mentioned that we used to have film nights at our flat on Cardozo Road, which for such occasions…
Adverts and advertorial for the new Total Recall film seem to be swamping London’s free papers and mags at the moment. Apparently it’s a remake only in so far as…
It is a staple aspect of the British condition that we will always complain about the weather, even when it is doing exactly what we have previously wished for. The…
On Saturday morning I woke up feeling like someone had injected battery acid through my eye sockets and given my internal organs a hammering with some form of sports equipment:…
Lately, on the occasion of my trip to Venice, I decided it was time to retire my old panama hat. I bought it aged only just 18 from a poky…
On Tuesday I ate my first courgette of the season. There are five large courgette plants in my little garden, and no doubt in a month’s time I will be…