Did everyone stop watching Lost because it was ridiculous, or because of the intensely irritating 118 adverts every 15 minutes? Probably a bit of both, but for me the sight of those two goofy student types with false moustaches was simply too much to bear. One day I’ll borrow...

Mowing the lawn for the council Everyone has their own little thing that for them finally signals the beginning of summer, it might leaves on the trees, the appearance of cricket on TV or simply just warmer weather. For me the start of summer comes with the first sighting of what...

I don’t need many reasons to be cheerful on a Friday, and the opportunity of two Ian Brown tickets from one of Mandy’s colleagues at work put an extra big grin on my face. As is always the way with these things we met loads of great people and had a wicked night, in fact, as...

They’re at it again! My back was turned for just five minutes, but that’s more than long enough for our beloved royal family to start living out more fantasies at the expense of others. And that’s not the financial expense one usual associates with royalty either. I’m referring...

Advertising is consuming our lives. When the ad breaks come on the TV, I scramble for the mute button on the remote control before the assault on my ears starts. A sure sign, along with receding hair, that middle age is finally upon me. The barrage is as relentless in the magazines...

This morning FC reminded me of a funny story that happened years ago. I used to know of this guy that everyone called Hooter, not an ugly bloke although he did have a fairly robust nose. On one of those drunken Saturday afternoons in the pub during the nineties Brat Boy approached...

We started watching a DVD earlier, Wolf Creek. One of the main characters is a dead ringer for a bloke we know called Graham Walker, who lives in Australia which is also where this film is set. Wolf Creek is perhaps the most horrific thing I’ve ever witnessed on screen, so much...

A long long time ago I got to know this bloke who everyone called Clint. Then one day I found out that this was actually his nickname and not his real one, I can admit to feeling a tad disappointed. One day after lunch I approached Clint and said, “Alright Clint, so why do they...

Okay, we’ve been skiing twice this year. Excessive and unnecessary? Maybe, but it’s also one of our few extravagances, a plus point to the continuous juggling act of credit, wages and debt. In January we spent a week in the fantastic Austrian Skicircus resort of Saalbach. Record...

There was an article in yesterday’s Independent about David Beckham admitting to not being able to do his six year old’s homework. A humbling and genuinely funny confession from someone who is obviously at ease with knowing where his calling in life lies. Which, thankfully for...