Author: Alan Coleman

Litter on the Underground

Sometimes the wooden floors on the District line are sanded down giving a stripped pine effect more at home in the kitchen at River Cottage. Last night on they way home the bleached unvarnished wood beneath my feet contrasted innocently against the surrounding urban filth. So much so that I took a photo with my… Continue reading Litter on the Underground

Ice cream vans

There’s a scrap yard on the other side of the tracks at New Cross Gate station. Even during the summer months it always seems a wet and oily place with an overhanging sense of ‘End’ about it. It’s guarded by a big German Sheppard, or it could be an Alsatian, who wonders around trying to… Continue reading Ice cream vans

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Keep it coming Charles

The thing is, I should be angry about Prince Charles’s outrageously old fashioned comments. The more I think about it however, the more I realise he’s actually doing the republican cause a massive favour. This is the same single reason that I believe the BNP shouldn’t be silenced; as long as their lumpen ignorance is… Continue reading Keep it coming Charles

I was wrong about fireworks

Sometimes you experience things when little that put you off for life. For me firework displays have always conjured up memories of cold damp evenings on the recreation ground. Bickering families, pushchairs, wet grass and never being allowed to realise the delicious smells wafting from the burger van. The display, never more than a poxy… Continue reading I was wrong about fireworks

NASA. Nice And Safe Attitude

Taking a break from hot knives, Dean, the permanently stoned raver cum marketing assistant must have had the office in bits when announcing, “Nice And Safe Attitude”. Somehow, and to this day nobody really knows how, the ponytailed dopehead at the Dreamscape office in Peterborough managed to secure some funding for a ‘Rave couture’ garment… Continue reading NASA. Nice And Safe Attitude

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Piety Bliar is stuck for words

In keeping with his spineless character, Piety Blair is keeping his gob well and truly shut over the US Presidential election. He has quite rightly faced criticism from John Kerry on his lack of support for the Democrats, a party which Labour should instinctively support. Piety has manoeuvred himself into an awkward position in not… Continue reading Piety Bliar is stuck for words

Question time in Miami

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 shouting match. It’s a shame to hear the… Continue reading Question time in Miami

John Peel. 1939 – 2004

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 that one… Continue reading John Peel. 1939 – 2004