Monthly Archives: September 2013

I am visiting my father in hospital. My partner is with me this means my father and I are limited in what we can talk about as 2 hours of football is not really polite, something that occurs to my … Continue reading →

It would be incorrect to describe a recent experience as counselling. Because it wasn’t counselling – it was a session with a Management Development consultant. It felt a little bit like counselling and I’ve been told you can’t argue with … Continue reading →

I have no real idea how well Liam Gallagher’s fashion business Pretty Green is doing. If I was the average person they’d be doing pretty, pretty well. Happily I am not the average person. Early celebrity adopters of the PG … Continue reading →

There are all the genders, races and religions gathered outside what I will later find out is ALDI Manchester. There are black men, asian women, white old people and young swimmers: the complete social palette. In fact there are two … Continue reading →

Today is non-league football day or something like that. Depending on how you spin it, by going to watch a non-league football game you are supporting ‘grass roots’ sport or patronising something you think isn’t very good, by going just … Continue reading →

Who even knew that one of Hitler’s bodyguards was still alive? (He’s not anymore but we’re getting to that.) I’m certainly no specialist on World War II or the Nazis. I know enough – good clothes, didn’t like Jews – … Continue reading →

I notice things and for a short time I think that I’ve made a fantastically insightful observation. It really is a short time, like minutes. And they really are things; not interesting noteworthy happenings, things. More than anything else they … Continue reading →

I fucking hate this advert (the one at the bottom of the page). I may occasionally give the impression that I lack respect for marketing and advertising professionals. That’s not representative of my entire view of members of each group. … Continue reading →