Anyone for sardines? Not much choice in ‘ere guv…
It’s a shame that “British Rail Companies” isn’t an anagram of “Architects of misery”, as that would be poetic and justified.
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Say to your barman, “A Pures!”
I’m always bewildered by the daily displays of outrage portrayed in the British press (although some papers are worse culrpits than others): today I’ve read about outrage over prisoners being given a standup comedy course, uproar over a topless photo in a Cambridge student magazine, bankers DISGUSTING sex & drug spree, and of course the…
Cultural assimilation. It’s the way forward. (Which way is forward?)
Having lived here in London for over 4 years now I think I’ve gotten used to many of the local customs & behaviours, and to some extent modified my ludicrous Australian behaviour patterns to fit more closely with some of the English sensibilities presented to me on a daily basis. One of the aspects of…
Steamy beef curtain
How remiss of me – I forgot to post a photo of the highly excellent shower curtain that our bathroom is currently sporting. Cool, huh?
Cher les Bicyclettes de la Grande Vitesse
It’s hardly topical at this stage of the game, but in the last week of July Richie & I hopped on the train over to Paris to catch the last stage of the Tour de France. This may seem a surprising move for someone who’s scarcely expressed any interest whatsoever in the world of professional…
Did you ever MO that you’re my heeeeeeeeeroooooo….?
Oh yes, it’s THAT time of year again – Movember! And, given my lack of charitable activity of late (in honesty, I’ve not done much since the great hospital abseil) I thought what a perfect chance to promote awareness of prostate cancer, and hopefully raise a few quid towards eradicating it, or at least making…
The sounds, the sights, the flashing lights
On our recent trip to Las Vegas I was lucky enough to insinuate myself onto a guided tour of a fascinating and overlooked piece of Sin City’s heritage, the Neon Boneyard. It was an extremely near-miss, owing to my propensity to not really know what day or time it was, but luckily just that week…
Why am I not surprised?
This could be interesting. Am en route to Dublin for work today – I love an early flight. The first part of the plan came off ok: the waking up at 6:30 bit. Getting to Victoria station was straightforward. Getting the quarter-hourly Gatwick Express? Am not sure whether it’s Sod’s Law, or comeuppance for my…
I’ve always said there’s nothing an agnostic can’t do if he really doesn’t know whether he believes in anything or not
I’ve been quite enjoying the recent story about the campaign to get some atheist-driven advertising onto the side of London buses. The nuts & bolts of it being that for many years now non-Christians have had to endure Christian advertisements all over every available surface, and after a comedy writer followed a link at the…
Organic beard excellence (for a change)
As I wandered up Victoria Street back to the office this afternoon, I discovered the trouble with simultaneously being at the tail-end stages of a horrible cold (with the running nose and the ever present sensation that you just might not have applied your hanky correctly), and having a beard that looks like this: Everyone…