A Walk in the Wilderness
I went for a Sunday stroll across Walthamstow marshes.
On previous walks, I’ve often thought I had the fields to myself (apart from the cows, back down from Waltham Abbey to preserve the rare marshwort). Yesterday, ther[…]

Indie Chicken
An occasional series that I hope all and sundry will contribute to. The varied quality of independent chickenmongerers has been of interest to me for some time and so I would like to solicit reviews of your local fried goods vendors, i[…]

One thing I like about Soca is that it often prefers a bit of good honest entendre-laden smut over slacker chat. So here over a typically sweet sunny day tune we have “Come water my garden… I need a gardener who can work this soil…&[…]

Kittens At Science Forefront: “It’s like a real life version of Photoshop!” says delighted public.[…]

DO THEY MEAN US?
Some months ago, an old friend and part-time Londoner had a Canadian colleague of hers over for a visit. My friend asked him what he’d like to see. “London Square” came the reply.
Unsure about what to do, my friend[…]

Real Real Real: half the billboards in London seem to carry Coca-Cola’s posters celebrating its sponsorship of the Football League, with the 72 different – or ‘different’, if your club has a red-and-white strip – cans, o[…]

A CONVERSATION UPON CHEATING DEATH BY CHAMPAGNE!!
Person A: Crikey. I hear the bubbles go straight to your head. BUT WHY! And speaking of which, if you have air bubbles in your blood, doesn’t that KILL YOU when they reach the heart and block it[…]

COMPLETE CONTROL: Pete’s away again boys and girls, and I believe he was silly enough to hand over the reins for Do You See to me whilst he’s away for the week. THEREFORE I will try and crack on with the Top 100 Films in his absence and s[…]

Son Of Tatwatch
A downloader’s diary, cont’d. (If you want to know the ‘methodology’ of this, ask me.)
THE GRID – “Rollercoaster”: My mini-Grid revival continued. “Rollercoaster” is all politely t[…]

Whitstable Oyster Festival
London in the summer + no garden = not a nice place to be, so a trip to Whitstable seemed like a great idea, especially as the annual Oyster Festival was on. On arrival we immediately polished off a pot of cockles (vinegar […]