I admit it is not like me to post pictures of myself on my blog but I have done so – see below. Why this blatant self-exhibition? Because I feel like it people. These are not particularly complimentary pictures and they are of me as my plain male drab self, no drag going on here […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 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 […]
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 […]