Despite large parts of the UK trying to blow away with the attendant travel chaos that staggers those from less civilized climes, we had more than 25 hardy souls braving the elements from as far away as Bonn (yes, as in Germany) and Cardiff (yes, as in Wales), for free beer, wine and nibbles (Thanks,…
Five years ago today, before this blog was a twinkle in my eye (hey, months before i’d even first heard the word ‘blog’ drawling out of Euan‘s mouth – “bloahhhhgh”) I made an important decision. I decided I was going to stop drinking alcohol. Not at all unusual for me in the second week in…
Sometimes life gets better. Sometimes it gets worse. Sometimes it just gets plain weird and this is one of those times. So yesterday I spent finishing off editing audio for Online, trying to chop up a whole bunch of video shot last Thursday into something useful, walking round Mayfair and Knightsbridge with a couple of…
I’ve already posted a bunch of pics to flickr. I probably have something to say about the day, but it won’t come out in words at the moment. For now here are four white guys (sheesh – there goes my diversity merit badge) each giving their own take on why it’s important to keep talking…
Last night I took my son up to the Pump House Jazz Club in Watford to hear his Grandad playing. I have been very slack in ensuring that my kids have fully appreciated their musical heritage on my side of the family. When I was a child every Sunday meant a trip to the Shantasea…
This lunchtime I had to be home to greet some very nice eastern european workmen who were coming to fix up my letterbox (we’re having a whole revamp of the common areas in Dolphin Sq) What I didn’t realise was that they were also removing the catch on my cubby-hole (where I put my rubbish…
Not much time for original blogging today – so a little trip to the archives instead, especially for those who are relatively new here. For some reason, this song feels very apt at the moment…. (ignore the rambling bit at the beginning, unless you’re interested in what podcasting was like back in the early, early…
Even though we’re all now in our forties, Rufus, Adrian and I cannot escape the fact that we are still the same little boys, just a bit larger, greyer and in some cases, balder.
I trundled up to York on Sunday evening (thumbs down to GNER for their wireless not working, thumbs up to Best Western Hotels whose wifi was not only working in my room and all over the hotel, but was free too). I was there to cover, in blog form, an I&DeA conference on Rural Excellence….
I’ve been advised by several people that I need to be more exciting… or something. I think what people see is inconsistency – they know I’m a pesky imp inside, but the outside tends to be a little more subdued. It was suggested some time ago, that a little gesture I might make to myself…