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.…
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…
