No surprises there then. London, a city which has had a few days of snow pretty much every year I’ve been here, gets a bit of snow and grinds to almost a complete standstill. As if to celebrate, Transport for
Contrast & complain
I knew that there was something wrong in Adelaide recently when I started seeing the volume of people on Facebook discussing the weather: ordinarily not a topic that so many people lock onto. Housemate Emma returned from Melbourne yesterday, reporting
Ooooh!
Mitch & Rupert have started a folky session! That’s a bit of a treat.
Brief, but spectacular
As it’s the last day that our dear friend Connie is running The Coach & Horses in Longborough, the lads & I thought we might scoot up the A44 and give her a farewell dance or two. Thanks for all
Just when you thought the music industry had nowhere to sink to….
(Apologies in advance: this post largely concerns the Microsoft Songsmith meme, which I’ve only just found out about and am emailing at 1:03am because it seemed more important than sleep. If you’ve heard it all before then feel free to
I bet E.T. never had this problem
Prompted by events which I don’t really recall, my learned colleague and co-mastermind Paul sent me off on a retrospective journey thinking about the various mobile phones I’ve owned in my life, and I thought it might be interesting (in
It sounded so cool until she started speaking…
Recently in Londonist (one of my favourite blogs about most aspects of life in London for curious & interested people) and subsequently in other shards of the mainstream media I read about the “£22m squatters” – the story being that
No… Sleep… TIL BEDTIME!
Would you believe that our morris dancing team was asked if we were available this weekend to appear in a rap video? Good lord, even typing it makes me feel 50 years old…
Goner kebab
Following morris dancing practice last night, purely as an act of homage and tribute, I joined housemates James & Emma 2, and The Amazing Libby at Camden’s (in)famous Woody Grill in celebration of the man who invented the doner kebab,
Oh look, a Christmas market!
Having just arrived back from my holiday, it seems only fair that I now write about my previous holiday. After all, without this sort of carry on how am I ever to make it appear as if I do nothing