That was awesome. So good to be back. Thanks to all of y’all: especially Bullfrog, Rebecca, and little Miss Callie.
Take me back on down to Dixie…
I got interrupted from my top ten this morning by an airport cab driver who had the gall to arrive early, and my laptop’s currently checked into a baggage hold somewhere so I can’t finish it… So I’m sitting waiting
Mmm… Contrasty…
Hello Dolly isn’t typically the kind of musical I’d embrace, in my jaded old age – written in the 1960s, it very much embodies the fanciful & superficially wholesome stereotypical thing which kinda irritates me about the entire genre. You
The Black Stuff
Does anyone know what it is that makes a good pint of Guinness? I guess it isn’t difficult to assess a bad pint, but what categorically puts a good one over a mediocre or even average one? The question’s prompted
The open button
I know what this is for. Admittedly, it’s not quite what everybody thinks it’s for. However I refuse to believe that the situation is shrouded in so much mystery that people can misinterpret what is going on. Yes, it’s a
Bring on the vitamin D
Incredible: 10 minutes of sunshine on a Friday and this is what you get. It’s impossible to tell whether there’s been a fire drill, or if people have just bunked off early for a pint. Good job I’m still beavering
Tick tick jingle jingle
It just occurred to me that just over a week ago it was my 5 year anniversary of having moved over to London. As I was packing my suitcase it never occurred to me that I’d be organising 170 men
It’s the indie Indy
Woooo! Hello from Leicester Square for the charity screening of “Raiders of the Lost Ark:The Adaptation” – a fan made tribute to one of the best films ever, shot over 5 years and on a budget of about 5 grand.
Linguistics
For some reason I was recently alerted to a new word for my vocabulary. Ordinarily this is an opportunity to be relished, and customarily this initiates an intesne but short-lived campaign for me to try to work my newfound linguistic
Guess the government here is recruiting lerts now too. Bring on the fridge magnets!
Leaving aside momentarily the whole issue of me being a mavericky fugitive type for taking a photograph in the Underground*: the other day whilst waiting for the usual 3 or 4 minutes until the next train (I love this town!)