The allergy man and the purple flower
I have a fairly severe nut allergy, discovered at a very early age – and with some drama – when my mum fed me a bowl of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes.…
A Pullman to Pickering
Train travel is a perpetual disappointment to me. No reader currently resident in Great Britain will need me to expand upon this statement, but I always think it’s a shame…
Rottweilers and bumblebees
The best thing about setting out for a walk is that you just never know what the day ahead will bring. Of course you can know your route, and how…
Editorial propaganda
I used to work for a well-known youth charity. In many ways it was one of the best places I’ve ever worked, while there were a few things that occasionally…
Routemaster serenades
‘I always wondered why people didn’t play gigs on buses…’ announced the band’s lead singer, wedging his head tightly into a hollow in the roof of the top deck and…
Carnivorous morsels
It’s odd that the feeling of ignorance you get from visiting the Pig and Butcher on Liverpool Road should be so enjoyable. Seven and a bit years ago now, in…
Down the pipe
A morning commute can be a thoroughly unpleasant experience. Gone are those blessed mornings when I used to walk to work, or the later era when I was lucky enough…
Moonshiners
Ever since I discovered, aged 18, that one could produce forty pints of beer for the princely sum of £8, I’ve always had a place in my heart for home…
Lost: one grey parrot
I think it is probably unlikely that I will ever spend another May Bank Holiday Monday afternoon searching suburbia for an escaped parrot. The weekend was a diverting mix of…
Trail bars
My latest offering for Scouting magazine’s Get Active supplement.
