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…
Familiar faces
My mother is a musician, who also teaches singing and piano. Her pupils encompass keen singers and players of all ages and most abilities, and every January she hosts a…
Schadenfreude
I adore and despise the Metro in equal measure. I never take a copy from the poor bastard loitering in the rain outside Cally Road tube, but once down in…
Out of office
Last night I left the office early to go and interview a minor celeb via ham, egg and chips at a Sainsbury’s café in Southall. Just in case anyone stopped…
