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Prompted by events which I don’t really recall, my learned colleague and co-mastermind Paul sent me off on a retrospective journey thinking about the various mobile phones I’ve owned in my life, and I thought it might be interesting (in this case possibly exploring new extremes in the definition of “interesting”) to record the results…
Recently in Londonist (one of my favourite blogs about most aspects of life in London for curious & interested people) and subsequently in other shards of the mainstream media I read about the “£22m squatters” – the story being that a group of squatters who had previously occupied a house in one of London’s more…
Would you believe that our morris dancing team was asked if we were available this weekend to appear in a rap video? Good lord, even typing it makes me feel 50 years old…
Following morris dancing practice last night, purely as an act of homage and tribute, I joined housemates James & Emma 2, and The Amazing Libby at Camden’s (in)famous Woody Grill in celebration of the man who invented the doner kebab, Mr Mahmut Aygün. Sadly we learned in yesterday’s news of the passing of Mr Aygün…
Having just arrived back from my holiday, it seems only fair that I now write about my previous holiday. After all, without this sort of carry on how am I ever to make it appear as if I do nothing other than ambling about the place having fun, eh? Just before Christmas, thanks to K’s…
In the absence of any other tangible way of measuring one’s progress through life, I thought this might be worth reporting. Although I’m not 100% sure what prompted the Sean Connery-eqsue subject line, but letsh not focush on that, hmm? This afternoon my Friends list on Facebook (I’m assuming that, at this point, you know…
Ordinarily being beaten to the punch on a piece of commentary would probably render me apathetic enough to let it go through to the keeper, however this one’s worth throwing in just because it crinkles my brain so much. At the beginning of the month some likeminded bold musical adventurers & I set forth to…
Judging by the legs that this story gained, I suspect you’d have had to have been living under a rock in the first week of January not to have heard the story (given that it appears in nearly every news source in the UK) that apparently morris dancing will be extinct within 20 years (including…
As in, Twitter, the digerati-popular and equivalently lauded/derided “micro-blogging” service. Sort of reminds me a bit of Douglas Adams‘ description of the Belcerebon people of Kakrafoon: a race whose enlightened civilisation was reduced to a gibbering wreck due to an intergalactic sentence passed on their world such that instead of being thoughtful and contemplative they…
2 things really. 1) I didn’t think the phrase “elk-bothering stilts” should go unblogged (i.e. “Go strap on your elk-bothering stilts, and let’s go bother some elks!”) 2) the bloke in the following photo isn’t me: he’s in the USA, and his hat’s the wrong colour.