Poor Oscar. His hair has been falling out for weeks. The vet says it is some kind of allergy and has been putting off sending him to the skin specialist until Sal’s tried everything else.
By this morning, though, everything else had been tried, so he was carted off across London in his little cat carrier [...]
In my last entry I said I hoped the British and American forces would let their actions speak for themselves and reassure the Arab world. Acts of sheer stupidity such as the draping of the American flag on the landmarks of Baghdad, will do nothing to further that cause.
What a strange day. No moreso than for the people of Baghdad, of course, who today have been pulling down the statues of Saddam Hussein throughout their city.
The war isn’t over, of course, but it’s widely accepted that Saddam’s regime has come to an end. The Iraqi ambassador to the UN has said the ‘game’ [...]
Sitting on the train this morning, a guy got on at Shenfield and sat down beside me. He pulled out a copy of Personal Computer World and started leafing through the pages. I have mixed feelings whenever that happens. On the one hand it’s very rewarding to see someone reading the mag. One the other, [...]
* ‘Do we get to know what the novel is about?’ — Pete
* ‘You are a fast worker on that novel. What’s it about, pray tell?’ — Sharon
* ‘Wow, 88% done. It won’t be long before we can search Amazon and pre-order. Any sneak clues as to what’s the book about/title yet Nik?’ — Kev
Lots [...]
Friday I was the boss, so when everyone else packed up spot on six I did the same and went home for a very retro evening. I’d been sent one of those old Atari joysticks from the 80s that have had their insides ripped out and replaced by clever electronics so they have 10 Atari [...]
A whole day of testing and writing. It’s hard work, but I enjoy it. It makes me feel creative again, which I feel less and less as I spend more and more time commissioning and meeting.
It spurred me into action tonight, too. I came home and made a quick dinner so I’d have time to [...]
Sometimes, sitting opposite Mark makes me want to move desks.
The first day after we close an issue always feels light. Yesterday we sent the last page off to be printed, and went for a drink to celebrate.
Today, then, was the start of a fresh new month with new deadlines, new features and reviews, and new things to do. It was also a day to [...]
For years London Underground has been filling the gaps between the ads on its tube trains with poems. Every so often they collect them into a book which is sold in every bookshop in the city.
This morning, riding the Jubilee Line from Stratford, I came across a new one. It had been left anonymous, and [...]
