And so it begins
After seven and a half years, ten housemates and a lot of good times, I’ve finally moved out of my London flat. There are wider life schemes afoot, but I’m…
Bum sandwich
Following the success of armpit fudge, Matt at The Scout Association threw me another recipe that sounded disgusting but was loads of fun to draw. The video is as pleasing…
Fornells
Last week I was away on my annual windsurfing trip to Fornells Bay in Minorca. As far as my windsurfing goes, progress is certainly swifter in some quarters than others.…
Redbreast
However hard I think I work sometimes, there’s definitely one fellow who’s working harder. This robin took up residence in the chaotic spill of ivy engulfing part of my garden…
Danish dampers
Another of my regular cookstrips for The Scout Association. I remember reading an interview with Len Deighton (who pioneered the cookstrip format) when he said that the main consideration with…
Bluebells, tow trucks and Pooh Bear
Step into the woods and you’re almost bound to have an adventure. Mine and E’s Saturday morning began sitting in our camp chairs in a gorgeous glade full of bluebells,…
26.2
The other week I ran the London Marathon. It was pretty hard work. If I’m honest, my rather casual training regime (all three months of it) was probably not sufficient,…
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.…
