26.2
The other week I ran the London Marathon. It was pretty hard work. If I’m honest, my rather casual training regime (all three months of it) was probably not sufficient,…
Dream a little dream
You can tell a lot about someone from their ambitions. As I was walking down to the Southwark Playhouse the other day (to see the excellent Superior Donuts), I passed…
Before sunset
I was obliged to move desks last week. My new desk is about two thirds the size of my old one, but I don’t mind at all. Because it is…
Writing on the wall
I have mixed feelings about graffiti. Sometimes it can be quite clever (though rarely as clever as it thinks it is), sometimes it can be quite beautiful, and sometimes it…
Emerging from the tunnels
Eleven years in London, and it never loses its potential to surprise me. Last Saturday, I was returning mid-afternoon from a conference at the Gatwick Hilton. I had singularly failed…
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…
A pint pot of short-term cheer
Last night I met my old mate Jon for a couple too many pints at the Real Ale Taproom. In case you haven’t heard about it, it’s a pop-up bar…
