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In an effort to get politics off the Headline position and steer this blog back to its usual direction, a quick summary of the impromptu vertical whisky tasting that Liz & I did on Saturday afternoon. When I won that massive pile of whisky from the superlative chaps (and chapettes) at Master of Malt back…
Anyone waiting for buses recently in Vauxhall would have seen a fairly imposing billboard, and it’s the sort of thing which signals to me that I must be getting older, because instead of not giving 2 shits about it, seeing it sends me into apoplectic paroxysms of rage: The principle at stake is the upcoming…
We drive to Land’s End. Still, lovely spot.
60 comedians in 60 minutes sounds like a potentially ridiculous format for a gig, and if you thought that you’d be absolutely right. However somebody cooked the concept up, and there’s clearly plenty of talent keen to get involved because when I went to Comedy Rush at the Shaftesbury Theatre it was the second night…
A bloke on the tube was wearing this Sid James shirt which I hadn’t seen before. We talked about it, and when he got off he gave a little Sid-laugh.
London delivered another of it’s rare and exciting opportunities into my eager grasp last Thursday night with the chance to attend the 2011 Ig Nobel Tour of the UK, to hear from Marc Abrahams of the Annals of Improbable Research in the Great Hall at Imperial College as he gave a presentation on the 2010…
Whilst perambulating about the lovely city of Bristol the other day we stumbled past a reasonably fetching barber shop. Stumbled upon isn’t quite the right word. We weren’t really stumbling at that point of the evening, so it’s not like we were stumbling and then went past it… it was more just that we were…
Even for a budget brand, you’d think they’d specify the species…
Mr Men book reviews: “In his third work, Mr Happy, Hargreaves takes us on a Jungian journey to the integrated self.”