Alan Coleman

I’m watching Question time which this evening is being broadcast from Miami in The United States. It doesn’t work quite so well there as the Audience can’t grasp the concept of one person talking at a time, which is a shame because it’s turned into a barroom...

There are some voices that have always been a part of our lives, we have grown up with them and they are part of the mental furniture, quite literally like a member of the family. When a colleague stared at her monitor in disbelief and announced that John Peel had died, we knew...

“CHISWICK HORROR IN EARLY HOURS” The urgent headline on this evening’s Evening Standard screams the “Shocking” news that a man has been stabbed in Chiswick. Any death under these circumstances is deeply saddening, especially so when the victim is the...

As Mandy was looking for a new watch I was aware that Oasis in Covent Garden smelt of farts, it was then that I saw someone buying what can only be described as utterly ridiculous footwear. Enter the Ugg boots. If you were doing a GCSE in Fashion & Footwear Design and you had...

We had lunch at an Italian place in Covent Garden today and the Whitebait has been repeating on me all afternoon, it was nice the first time around, now it just smells of Kattomeat. Out of the blue I met Treena and Tina, two friends from school who where with a Hen night on the...

Sitting in the confines of what now seems like our luxurious flat, it’s difficult to try and sum up the last three weeks we’ve spent in India. It has been an eye opening experience, one in which the senses have been overloaded at every corner in an almost overwhelming...

Phrases come and go in the inevitable manner that denim will change its shape and colour – Bleached, pockets, stonewashed, ripped, baggy, tight, ripped again, boot cut ect. At last we seem to being seeing the back of the much loved ‘Whatever’, a term thought to...