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.
Unchained
Today I saw a competition on shortlist.com. The challenge was to create a movie poster for the film Django Unchained. Clearly, among London’s abundance of despicably talented graphic designers, my…
Bond in a bottle
Some six months after I whimsically requested a free sample of the new 007 aftershave, I checked my postbox this morning to find a card with a slim plastic sachet…
