Dirty…. dirty…

OK, so in an alleged “story” this week (i.e. it’s not proper news, but it’s probably more interesting than hearing about the bloody credit crunch again), London saw the results of the Dirty Hands Study – conducted as part of Global Handwashing Day by the London School of Hygiene and …

Rummaging time again

Upon walking back from lunch the other day, I noticed that the building across the road from our office had a “For Sale” sign tacked out the front of it, and so taking heed of the only instinct I seem to have gained which indicates that I’m supposed to be …

I find your lack of spuds disturbing

Recently-ish, in the habit I’ve grown accustomed to now, I had a birthday.  This temporal landmark doesn’t always seem to inspire a massive shower of gifts in the way that one quietly hopes it will, however I do from time to time receive a happy smattering of such tokens from …

Marinade (not for the squeamish)

For reasons just beyond my understanding the room cleaners in my Paris hotel yesterday made off with the remaining pair of fresh boxer shorts I had for the weekend.  Of course I didn’t notice this until 5:50 this morning when I was looking for them in preparation for my shower …

[Tap, tap, tap…] Is this thing on?

That poor monkey must be knackered! Ahem, yes, well anyway… here we are again. I must confess, I didn’t expect the “maintenance” to take six months, and to be perfectly honest what has taken place wouldn’t really be accurately summed up as maintenance anyway. It all started when Aaron, the …