Because I'm too lazy to do a proper update and because I'm absolutely shagged out from working too hard before a week off to Greece to do my bit for their virtually non-existent ecomony, here's a list of twenty notable, even possibly interesting things that happened (or didn't happen) in September ( Read more... )

I realised recently that it has been a decade since the adolescent bubble finally burst for me and I felt the very first few bitter droplets of adulthood dissolve into my tongue ( Read more... )

I can't deny I feel quite happy about all this, as someone who has always been flabbergasted by the stranglehold the Murdoch empire has had over the press and - lest we forget - parliament in this country. What is unfolding before our very eyes feels immense and historic. Is it really so vindictive and illiberal to admit that it's actually a truly ( Read more... )

When did life suddenly become about a mad sprawl of anniversaries?

One of the very last copies of the NME I deigned to exchange money for was back in 2006 when The Smiths adorned the front cover, to mark the 20th anniversary of their third studio album The Queen Is Dead, a collection of songs commonly regarded as something of a Sgt Pepper's of ( Read more... )

I have an ambivalent relationship with sport and football ( Read more... )

Technology does not inspire me, impress me or improve me. It just makes me sad ( Read more... )

A quietly productive Saturday. Polishing, hoovering, dashing about in a panicked sweat, trying to get as much done as possible before I feel I've wasted the day just cleaning things. I have never once "Spring cleaned" in my life. I never quite understood why the advent of that particular season would inspire a sudden bout of domestic OCD over any ( Read more... )

I'm a worried man. Having lived, child and man, in a liberal bubble for three decades (twenty three years of which I was unavoidably immersed in) it is hard for me to come to terms with the possible reality that we now live in a society that seems to be slipping very gradually into a resigned sense of not really wanting to bother about other people ( Read more... )

How did I let three whole weeks slip by? I'm terrible at this ( Read more... )

Marvellously, classicly typical start to my birthday mini-break started with over-sleeping and getting into work half an hour late. Almost as if my body had already slung its passport into a rucksack, ordered itself a pint and forgotton clean about my last obligatory day in the Man's custody, that is until Wednesday. Good on my body. It has the ( Read more... )