I can’t help but pick up on the latest tabloid hysteria, what with millions of examples left strewn across London on a daily basis. It is rubbish, which probably says a lot more about the people who read the stuff and cast it aside for someone else to pick up, before and after...

He’ll probably get off the train at Cannon Street or London Bridge. Along with his important AACCA documentation, his work clothes and sensible shoes will be tucked inside a cheap Fitness First day bag strapped to his back. On alighting the train he will go about unpacking his...

What is it about London cyclists? In the space of about six months they’ve morphed from a few people commuting to work into a whole army of renegade road users battling for survival. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good for air quality and general congestion, but does it really have...

The most depressing sight of the Olympic torch making its way through London on Sunday was those figures decked out in the blue and white shell suits. Having swapped tunics for disguises from JJB, the two lines of identical Chinese ‘Officials’ pushed and shoved their way passed...

Floods! Which can mean only one thing. Canoeists! It’s almost as if the TV news is using library pictures from a bygone era when the obligatory grinning buffoon paddles in front of the cameras. No need to worry about the warnings of an appending climatical apolocolypse, no, not...

There was a certain amount of momentum leading up to the 2007 FA Cup final. Scores to be settled from the Premiership, a new and long awaited national stadium, and with that a general acceptance that football was finally coming home – sort of. The scene was set, the predictions...

Today, a proud black man called Toyin Agbetu had the decency and self belief to stand up and confront the establishment. He walked forward and interrupted a service at Westminster Abbey by denouncing the Queen and Tony Blair a disgrace, and yelling that they should be ashamed of...

I hate Comic Relief There was a time when Comic Relief was constrained to a single Friday, with the evenings TV event being easily avoided by staying down the pub, which is where you would have been anyway. You’d probably get some arse head in a bunny outfit begging from people...

I can’t stand award ceremonies. Not only that, I simply can’t understand why anyone would want to watch something like the BAFTA awards on television. I was flicking around for Match of The Day 2 last night and that image that is the award ceremony flashed onto the screen, after...

The last twenty years has seen a notable decline of local pubs in Great Britain. Whether it be to property developers, corporate pub chains or anyone else desperate to make money out of these sacred places, the local boozer is dying. There’s certain inevitability about this trend....