We went round our friends Becky and Roger last night, they live north of the river in Turnpike Lane, a world of proper kebab houses and gigantic pubs. It was a great evening of lager, Champagne and Wild Boar sausages, topped off by a nice little drive around the North Circular. Mandy does all the… Continue reading Veneer of the week
Aldeburgh
A few weekends ago myself and Mand spent a day in a place that I’ve returned to many times since I was a child, the Suffolk coastal town of Aldeburgh. Apart from the phoney art galleries that have shamelessly replaced the bucket and spade shops, it’s changed very little over the years. It still has… Continue reading Aldeburgh
The City of London is a dark place
The City of London is a dark place. Dark cobblestone alleys underneath dark towers of glass. Long dark coats of wool against dark leather and cheap brass. The dark wail of sirens and the pointed noses of dark self importance, dirty shoes on chipped marble. The dark smells a foul blend of urine and insatiable… Continue reading The City of London is a dark place
The plastic lunch box
I don’t think we spend enough time appreciating the mundane things in life. So concerned are we with our highly strung and vain accessories, that we forget to value the things that make our everyday life an easier place to be. The plastic lunch box is a prime example of this. It lasts for years,… Continue reading The plastic lunch box
I quite literally despair of it all
I walk past the Apollo and through the subway on the way home from work, the mild mannered Tracy Chapman fans place their MacDonalds debris neatly on the staircase for someone else’s children to pick up. The more inoffensive the music, the more offensive the fans. Don’t believe me? Watch Last Night of The Proms.… Continue reading I quite literally despair of it all
Dirty and greedy, just like Chelsea FC
We met some of Mandy’s friends last night in central London, and with quite a few of them staying in town it was decided that the best place to meet up was Covent Garden. Which can only mean one thing, The Punch and Judy. I remember thinking how dire the place was about 13 years… Continue reading Dirty and greedy, just like Chelsea FC
Drunk on the Old Kent Road with Captain Mainwaring
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 through places that… Continue reading Drunk on the Old Kent Road with Captain Mainwaring
Robin Hood, Prince of scruffy students
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 story that was… Continue reading Robin Hood, Prince of scruffy students
It’s all about ME and my legacy isn’t it Piety?!
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 man struggling desperately to… Continue reading It’s all about ME and my legacy isn’t it Piety?!
Dordogne 2006
It’s not often that I really feel that I’ve managed to get away from things, and by that I mean forgetting about work, debt, Ashley Cole and all those other tedious inconveniences that blight my life on a daily basis. In the past decade for example, I can count on my hand the occasions when… Continue reading Dordogne 2006