Alan Coleman

I got lost last night on the way home. I was supposed to get the 171 from Waterloo but somehow ended up walking through those surreal yellow lit arches in Bermondsey. Eventually I found the Old Kent Road, which I floated along in a pissed up daze of confusion and spin. Wandering...

For some reason I was looking forward the BBC’s latest adaptation of Robin Hood for the autumn season. The early evening slot coming at just the right time on a Saturday when Mandy is kept from the remote by hair and make-up ect. I was expecting a slightly darker version of the...

Last week saw Piety Blair give his last speech to the Labour party as Prime Minister. It should have been a defining moment in his premiership, a point when the egomania, lies and contempt finally reached the apex that seemed to have threatened for so long. We should have seen a...