Fresh from the skies
Bergen. And I’d been here before. Last time I was on the cusp of 22, and we sailed in on a ferry from Newcastle, setting out on our last ever…
Say hello to my little friend
Apparently no-one who knows anything about firearms calls a gun a gun. It’s a ‘weapon’. So I have been told anyway, though on the one occasion I met a man…
Lies, lies, lies
I was just eating some Wensleydale cheese. I was trying a variation on the usual red Leicester or double Gloucester in my lunchtime baked [microwaved] potato, and I can report…
Making the headlines
We got new email addresses at the end of the summer, at which point the torrent of spam that I was receiving on a daily basis abruptly ceased. While I…
User-generated content
Sitting at my desk just earlier, I decide to check the comments section of our websites. Sure enough, there are a handful of user reviews in there, including several by…
The hood
Being able to walk to work is unusual, especially in London. As with all good things of course, I take it completely for granted. It’s not a bad walk though,…
Discarded in a Travelodge
While I was eating my peppered steak slice yesterday lunch time and feeling sorry for myself because I had a cold, I got a press release through. Unremarkable in itself,…
Making tracks
I was at Beautiful Days at the weekend. It’s a little festival in Devon that the Levellers run. It sheeted with rain most of the time and everything turned into…
An invertebrate of many parts
I was just reading the word ‘slug’ in the dictionary and thinking how much I like it. If you were wondering why I was looking at it, it was because…
The night watch
The other week I spent a very long time getting back to London. Not of my own volition. I was playing my violin in a concert in Leicester, where the…
