Category Archives: Pip

You Coming?

Are you? You must come strictly whilst dancing. It is my pre-birthday drinky-poos this eve and I am cordially inviting you along. Go on. You could do with a fun night out.
You can meet up with me from 3.30 and buy me lots of alchyhol, oh alchyhol. Why so early? Because I’m hardcore baby. All […]

Books in Bunkers

Pip and I made an impromptu visit to the Tate Modern on Bankside. We were both intrigued by the latest art installation to fill the Turbine Hall. French artist Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster’s ‘TH.2058′ consists of two hundred yellow and blue bunk bed frames. There are giant animal sculptures tacked on for good measure, including the spider […]

A Knight Darkly

I visited my local Genesis Cinema last night to view The Dark Knight. I was asked by Pip to sum the film up in four words without giving any of the plot away – he’s off to see it himself you see. This is what I said: “Very good and yet . . .”
It is […]

Rive My Heart in Two

It is with a hulking heavy heart and a tender teary eye that I bid farewell to one of my closest and dearest friends. Bronte is going away. Not just a little further away but to an entirely different continent. She is moving to Canada with her husband. The chances of ever meeting again are […]

Royal Eyes

Pip and I have now experienced the look of royalty. Walking down Fleet Street yesterday, enjoying the beautiful spring sunshine, we were stopped in our tracks by a large number of police motorcycles. The mounted riders each had a tiny whistle, which they were blasting merrily away on like a song bird with tourettes.
We were […]

George’s Love of the Common People

George has got it into his little head that it is an amazing idea to create a Paul Young cover version band. He is pestering me everyday, trying to turn me onto the joy of Paul Young’s musical oeuvre. He is desperate for me to play guitar, Pip on bass and Bugsy to bash his […]

Metal Hair

“I bet you are really into heavy metal and rock Nelson.”
“I beg your pardon George. How could you possibly believe that?”
“Well, your hair. You have metal hair.”
“How dare you George, I do not.”
“You have the heavy rocker look about you Nel.”
“You have the look of Mr Razor Hat from James Bond.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You […]

The Jumping Man

As I was walking to work this morning I witnessed something rather odd at Bank bottleneck. The suited gentleman preceding me in the bustling crowd suddenly jumped in the air for no apparent reason. He looked like he had received a caustic electrical shock. He left the pavement jerking his legs spastically and twisting his […]

Pip’s Betrayal

Pip has done something to monumentally rattle me As of now I am officially declaring and end to our friendship. As you will remember, I recently had a massive work project to carry out. This caused immense stress, sleepless nights and depression.
I completed this by the impractical deadline I was given. I then gave it […]

Biscuit Fetish

Somebody left a whole packet of custard creams near my work desk with a note attached inviting all and sundry to take one. I have just finished off the majority of the packet. I feel both sick and guilty. I do like a biscuit, especially of the custard cream variety and find myself consuming one […]