Once again it's Tales of Despair for Humanity time: While I was waiting to cross at the lights to get to Camden Town tube station on Friday morning, a roadworks guy set up 5 orange cones to cordon off the area he was about to operate his digger in, and then in the process of…

Not that you'd ever describe Marcus Miller as “classic rock”. A noteworthy jazz/funk bass player and collaborator with Miles Davis, I was convinced it wouldn't be difficult to shift my spare ticket to this gig. More complex a proposition than I thought however, after arranging for 3 people in total to come along, only to…

Farewell Syd.

So I've come in to work this morning and thought to myself “I know, I'll go to kickboxing class tonight – that'll be good !”, and brought in all the gear. There I am, happily tapping away at my keyboard, looking forward to an intense workout at the end of the day, when I get…

Being the conscientious industry-news follower that I am, I've seen plenty of stories about how spam (or direct email marketing, as spammers call it) threatens to make email as we know it unusable. It sounds feasible, but then the threat's been looming for years now and we've found plenty of ways of dealing with it….

Honestly, you have to love London. On Saturday – essentially a year to the day after the Live8 concert and the scene of Pink Floyd's first public reunion in 25 years – the first day of the Hyde Park Calling Festival was underway. Far less philanthropic in sentiment, and with only a fraction of the…

Nearly forgot – upon arriving home I discovered that my uber cool housemates Emzo & Malinda had organised me a way awesome birthday cake as well! And what flavour was it ? F*ckin' BLUE !! Top work ladies !

Fine food, flavoursome wines, exquisite company, jazz, whisky and taxidermy – all were elements of my 30th birthday feast, and each one critical! Except perhaps the taxidermy. In the evening summer sun on Wednesday night I strolled leisurely from the office along Buckingham Palace Road and fended off the culinary wiles of the Cornish Pasty…

Wow, this is the oldest I've ever been. As the guests of our Irish colleagues, my workmate Paul & I spent the evening in the hotel bar of the Rubens Hotel – a place I highly recommend visiting if you ever have the time, inclination & budget. Now it's not often I wax lyrical about…

Somehow it seems that all's right in the world when I know that from the bus stop outside my work I can catch buses to Strood, Hoo, Cuxton, the Isle of Grain, and my personal favourite, Snodland. Backing up this theory, there was a story on Ananova today where a roofer in Germany was mistaken…