Monthly Archives: July 2013

There was a barbecue at the home of my partners’ parents. It was people from the church and I did want to make an appearance. But I am quite magnificently shy at times – especially when I feel I might … Continue reading →

I got to taken to London to see Book of Mormon for my birthday treat this weekend. Before we went to see it we went to The National Portrait Gallery which is pretty brilliant. Representations of all these amazing people from … Continue reading →

I don’t hold many things sacred – not sharing a slice of toast with someone, not being able to eat a pizza without a Coca-Cola, not dining with dyslexic people. In other words: the usual. But one thing I do … Continue reading →

Surely the period is over where it is funny to just say UKIP as part of a sentence on a panel show and it to be funny regardless of whatever the surrounding words are. I was catching up on episodes … Continue reading →

I would prefer all my deliveries to come via Royal Mail. I would not like them to be privatised and I would happily pay a little more than I already do for stamps (five times a year). Apart from anything … Continue reading →

Today I spent 14 hours (ish) away from my home – the 14 hours was all in aid of attending a two-hour meeting in Guildford*. Ironically (‘not irony’ sense of irony) the journey down was as smooth as a character … Continue reading →

Multi-millionaire Thom Yorke has blasted the music streaming service Spotify for paying new artists ‘rabbit’s tits’ and saying that young musicians may as well ‘throw a worn out cardigan at a tree’ as a means to become as rich as … Continue reading →

Getting on my Gatwick I’ve got a soft spot for fly-on-the-wall documentaries set in airports. I don’t know if everyone else has a favourite sub-genre of fly-on-the-wall documentaries but I do – and it’s airport ones. I liked the BBC … Continue reading →