In the shop on the way back to P’s yesterday I wondered why my throat seemed stiff and I couldn’t breathe clearly. Then I remembered that I was wearing a tie. See, I only wear these bastards like three times a year tops — job interv[…]

“Forgive me, my lords, it is my fault for mixing politics with wine. More tench, perhaps? Dormouse?”
I just turned on BBC2’s big-budget swank history drama ROME: this wz the first sentence I heard.

(ps it is v.instructive watchin[…]

… so I realise that having to deal w.yr recently deceased mother’s stocks and bonds seems a bit alien to you — therefore to make you feel more at home, here is a corporate newsletter dollied up as a FUNKY LIFESTYLE MAG!! The main to[…]

You know how I was saying the day before how it was nice to be on a new continent. Well, Australia went down massively in my expectations the next day. From a land of bars, big drinks and big servings to some scrubby rubbish plants and sand and cold […]

Julie London – “Mickey Mouse March” (it’s a YSI, sorry readers from the future).
This song is tucked away at the end of London’s Nice Girls Don’t Stay For Breakfast album, and is indeed a sultry version of the M-I-[…]

Apple sold 1 million video downloads in 20 days . Though most of those downloads were music videos, the downloads of Lost also did well despite being $2 a shot. This guy commenting in slashdot has watched ALL of Lost (to date) from Apple’s iTun[…]

Researchers have proven something that anyone who grew up watching Bagpuss could have told you years ago. Mice Sing. They also play a marvelous mechanical organ, and fix things, mend things and polish them up, up, up. Alas the report only has the lov[…]

I think I will leave it to a less irritated night to talk about The Three Compasses – a recently refurbed boozer on Hornsey High Street. Suffice to say that whilst I was in a foul mood the good selection of beers and general conviviality of the[…]

I have no great distaste for the people of Glasgow, individually. And possibly even collectively, when they take time off from posing like boho-art-school-scenester-clones or squandering money on designer costumes to squash their oh-so-ample irn-bru […]

i. it is of course irritatin when ppl wax moistly sentimental abt the just-vanished ROUTEMASTER…

ii. … but this pales into nothing when compared w.the MIND-FRYIN of HELL of goin home at rush hour on a bendy bus for the first time[…]