Signs of spring #1
I’m always surprised by how quickly spring comes on. It’s not quite the explosion of life that you find in countries further north, but even so. One week it’s cold…
Skills for life
A colleague came over asking the editorial team, both of whom had been scouts, if we could help her to roll and tie a scout neckerchief. The days of the…
Chikan
Seen my cookstrips before? Here’s the latest one. I quite enjoy doing these, so if you happen to know a good recipe that I could draw up then do send…
Jacks of all trades
One facet of my current employment is editing and uploading a blog even more niche than my own. It has a very small but dedicated readership, and consists mainly of…
The age of the spider
It’s always difficult to pick a favourite comic book character, assuming you are the kind of unabashed escapist who reads the things. Shades of moral grey seem to be a…
The English Riviera
Last week, I journeyed to the south of our great nation, further south, in fact, than I have ever journeyed domestically. I was on a reporting job with David Tett…
Get rhythm
Love a bit of rockabilly.
Down by the riverside
Lately I have been reading Waterlog, by Roger Deakin. It’s a bit of a cult book, and it’s easy to see why. It is humorous, idiosyncratic and inspiring, a tangle…
A tin of cat food and a transistor radio
The coppers are doing VIP protection training in the grounds of my workplace. We were warned a couple of times in advance, but the occasional boom of a controlled explosion…
Career aspirations
My boss is great. In the face of continual pressure and ever-looming deadlines she remains largely unfazed by the caprices of her editorial staff. We’re currently working on my appraisal…
