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Claim: The North Magnetic Pole has shifted, and is midway between King's Cross and Euston Underground Stations. Facts required for proof: The North Magnetic Pole moves about in an elliptical path with a maximum radial distance of about 80km coinciding

What is it about blokes that, once they hit about 40-45, makes them want to own a good sturdy torch (that's “flashlight”, for people of American extraction)? I remember as a 5 or 6 year old having a little square

Had a dream last night that the world had been somehow populated by giant apes and lizards (King Kong / Godzilla stylee), and that civilisation was generally freaking the f*ck out about it. The main trouble being that in these

On the topic of Movember (these guys are the originals, although I suppose this relates MOre to the Flaming Mo's over at the jazzed up bandwagon-stealing fundraiser), whilst not participating or instigating an effort on this side of the pond,

Recently I got a sponsorship email from a mate in Australia for Movember, and always one to help out a mate, I flicked about £20 in his direction. He emailed back and said “Wow?! 50 bucks?! That’s awesome man! Although

Kitchen sink There's some building going on over the road from work, and I was moderately amused at seeing what they'd thrown in the skip today. It wasn't until I'd spent about 20 minutes trying to think of a witty

Ichronoclast It would be fair to say that I'm not one of the world's great “early risers”. Getting out of bed is a traumatic experience that occurs daily, and I don't seem to always cope with the idea so well.

I'm lucky enough to have been around a bit of England, and gotten involved in a few different traditional and folky fixtures & endeavours. Often they're steeped in tradition, so much so that the origins are often obscured or even

I've managed to avoid iPod envy thus far. I mean really, it's just a bloody mp3 player, isn't it? Having owned a 20 Gb Rio Karma since late 2004 the device – for me – is definitely a Nice To

Paul, HC and I elected to broaden our intellectual horizons and attend a public debate at the Institute for Contemporary Art (previously a place I'd only ever been to see weirdass movies), entitled “Is Radio 4 Too Middle England ?“.