Ten ways to bring out your inner Bear
I know I’ve been a little quiet lately. In preparation for an escape from London in the summer (more about that in a later post, perhaps), I’ve been taking on…
Half way there
For a couple of months now I’ve been training in a haphazard sort of way for the London Marathon in April. I only got my place just before Christmas (I…
Employment and elevation
Our lifts at work are a hundred shades of shite. There are supposed to be six of them, but this number is reduced to at most four, and frequently three.…
Time travel is real. I have proof
Is anyone else a massive fan of Retronaut? If you’ve never encountered it before, then they have a vast collection of fascinating historical images, which they present as ‘capsules’ from…
Dream a little dream
You can tell a lot about someone from their ambitions. As I was walking down to the Southwark Playhouse the other day (to see the excellent Superior Donuts), I passed…
A putty and paperclip Valentine
It’s unlikely that it will have passed you by, but it was Valentine’s Day last Friday. For my part, there was little danger of forgetting the date, since I spent…
A weekend tramping in Norfolk
I’ve been meaning to post properly about this for a while, but a few weeks ago, I went with my old schoolmates D and T for a weekend walking the…
Armpit fudge
Not an appetising name for something you might put in your mouth, but this was one of the most fun recipes the Scouts have ever sent me to illustrate. Once…
The life aquatic
Clearly there are many people with much bigger problems, but as our biblical flooding continues, spare a thought for my little boat, Tom Thumb, which is having a traumatic winter…
‘A headshot every time!’
Last night, I went with three mates to an eclectic horror cinema event at the Institut Français in South Kensington. It comprised of a screening of the great yet underrated…
