Sandi Thom’s Tooting. Tanya could not have said it better herself. From the mighty Popjustice.[…]

“When you first left me
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What did you do that for?”
As a girl, you would think that I would sympathise with Ms Allen’s plight here. But my sympathies are squarely with this[…]

Let’s hope the rest of us are deaf then!
Well after hearing this single from the lady named after a particularly uninteresting chain hotel, I know exactly how the Greeks felt before the Trojan War. I too would launch a thousand ships to put pa[…]

Having taken in more geography than is becoming to a lady of leisure, my mind turns to other avenues of improvement. So, dear reader, I will for now spare you some of my lesser global adventures, such as hearing both the Orinoco flow (a beautiful res[…]

 Pete below suggests that the inventor of Free Running – that smashing idea of running around the rooftops of a city jumping between buildings in a stylish way – was David Balle. What is more he also suggests that Mr Balle has the misfor[…]

Having spent some time away from culture on my epic round world trip, and with new look FreakyTrigger demanding more of their star writer, I decided to go and see a film. Admittedly I went to see a film which might give me new tips in my relentless w[…]

Ah the triumphant return. Never mind that since I have been gone miscreants and maladroit troubadours such as Sandi Thom have sprung up. Never mind that the train from Dover to London took almost eight hours. That did not matter. I would make to the […]

Luckily yesterdays questions were answered quite quickly when Crispian came back from his scouting mission and pointed out we were just outside Marseilles. But I had no time even to slag off the French National Anthem, I needed to hotfoot (NOT HOTST[…]

Waking up in a hedge is never a pleasant experience. Waking up in a hedge with a turncoat like Crispian De Savary, a man who tried to sell me to the MAN, (or at least THE FRENCH MAN) was intolerable. It took an awful lot of self restraint for me not […]

I was now heading north on my comfy, soundproofed train, and increasingly getting worried about my route. The blissful silence and sound free rocking movement (now that’s what I call rocking) had lulled me to sleep, and when I woke up I realise[…]