Alas Hits: to while away a journey recently I bought a copy of Smash Hits. I am so far outside the target market for SH as to be on an entirely different archery range, so the following grumblings can, maybe should be dismissed as the drool of a sad […]

ADDIS ADDENDUM – BOUZE EXTRA
The third and final post about last Friday’s disasterous Ethiopian excursion brings us on to the drinks. I noted below that from an extensive list of beers, including Casablanca and “mystery Ethiopian&#8[…]

Oh, we’re back to the squad numbers thing again. Well yes, but with a mathematicians hat on. Last night due to some sleeplessness I wander down to catch the second half of DC United vs Dallas Burn. Dallas were one-nil up (though the American co[…]

ASPARAGUS EXERTION: bloody hell, they wanted me to suffer for my ANTI-STEAMING comments yesterday, didn’t they now? So I decided to make the ham and soft and cheese and asparagus baked-y things. Yes!
After leaving work FAR TOO LATE, I sprinted […]

There’s only one way to enjoy football and there’s only one sort of football that’s good. That’s if you believe David over at He Made Their Glowing Colours. Guess which sort of football he thinks is the one true path?
Accordi[…]

Tough Love
‘Pialat may well have provided the source code for the elliptical realism that’s become de rigueur for an entire subsequent generation (Desplechin, Denis, Assayas, Breillat, Cantet, Dumont, etc.).’
Cedric Kahn, director […]

Vinyl Festishism vs Download Fetishism (Vol. Quite A Lot)
If odd bits found lurking in the name of Marie Curie or Sue Ryder are your thing, this is pretty indispensable. It’s a veritable online encyclopedia of charity shop nonsense.
The guys […]

1) I don’t like microwave popcorn: I like it popped with just enough oil to keep it going, on the stove, in a pot. I like the butter, if there is any, to be butter. I like the salt to be light.
2) I don’t like sweet popcorn, generally &[…]

P.Y.O. spells SUMMERIt’s that time of year again when middle-class families don the suncream, stock up the Volvo with punnets, and drive down A-roads until they see the magic words: Pick Your Own.I’m not sure if they have the PYO concept […]

Who’s a posh boy then?: parrots invade the London suburbs![…]