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Many people who write personal blogs – I’m not talking about professional bloggers, opinion formers, and shapers of the social media landscape here – are very quick to describe their own content as “rants”. I’ve been extremely reluctant over the last few years to do this, and in fact if you were to search my…
And now a rare video blogging moment, in which our intrepid hero visits Deepest Reading…
An overwhelmingly happy-making aspect of living in this city is the access I get to performances by bands, comedians, musicians, authors, and other inspirational creators who make it their hub and their home. And for me, one of the foremost among these is – I say without hyperbole – Daniel Kitson. To call him a…
I emailed this to a few people recently, but there’s no reason it shouldn’t go unblogged… One of my learned contemporaries is a chap by the name of Pete. He lives in New York and goes by the moniker “Spiro” occasionally, or professionally/academically since being awarded his Ph.D. he’s become “Doctor Love”. Here’s a picture:…
There’s a big difference between saying something amusing in response to a circumstance, and having a stock phrase or line to trot out whenever a certain thing happens (typically accompanied by a broad smile). Personally, I’m absolutely shocking when it comes to the latter, but luckily if one circulates around enough hopefully to enough people…
London – Eating & Drinking – Cafes & Coffee Shops – Coffee Shops Where in the hell can you get a halfway decent coffee in Camden Town? It sure isn’t with any of the… errmm… “larger and more conspicuously branded chain shops” in the neighbourhood, that’s for sure. There *used* to be a nice place…
It’s been bloody years since I did karaoke last, and so with the recent arrival of my birthday I decided that the arbitrary forced bit of levity I wanted to inflict on the world was a singing extravaganza the likes of which they’d never experienced. However, it turns out it’s a little more challenging than…
Going back a few years when Brian & Olivia still lived in the fair town of London, we had a nice little get together involving a few vino rossos, a healthy amount of the talking of bullshit, and for some reason which now escapes me, the giving of some gifts. Was it Christmas? Hanged if…
Wow. I just checked to see what blog entries I’d left unfinished lately, and spotted one from early May detailing how I’d been too busy to write about anything and giving dotpoints of the sort of thing that’s been going on round here. Of course, as is now plainly obvious, I’ve been so busy I…
Getting out to London’s former Millennium Dome – now ambiguously named “The O2”, like a selection of other venues around the continent – is always an exercise carried out with a sense of wistful resignation. You know there’s nothing empirically good to do out there, and there’s the vague likelihood that it’ll be unecessarily difficult…