People were swimming. The sun was shining. The guys had their tops off. I dozed on the sand, book in hand, too dopey to read.

I don’t understand why the papers are getting so het up about the referendum on the European Constitution. So Blair said we’d never get a choice but now he says we will. So what? Surely that’s a good thing, isn’t it.
Yet in spite of this the Express (the self-proclaimed best newspaper in the world) dumps [...]

I’m increasingly turning into a weekend blogger. I blame the late nights, although that’s no excuse for not logging on at lunchtime.
Anyhow, it has, needless to say, been something of a busy week, mainly spent writing. Not the book, unfortunately, but words nonetheless, and I’m enjoying getting back to writing for different magazines again, if [...]

I’ve turned into a serial flicker. I thought I’d got past that after my first month with cable five years ago, but at the weekend I invested in Freeview and have reverted to type.
So, last night - the first night I was in in time to watch anything, I watched nothing. Or at least nothing [...]

About half nine this morning, the phone rang. The voice at the other end - a man - was vaguely familiar.
Me: Hello
Voice: Hello. How are you?
Me: Fine, thanks. You?
Voice: I’m OK, thanks. So what are you up to.
Me: Writing my feature.
Voice: About what? Cab Sav?
Me: No…
About this time I was starting to wonder who it [...]

Google reckons you can buy me on eBay, or pick up some cool Nik posters…

And I’m liking the top hit for ‘miserable failure’…

The driver conversation alone was worth tonight’s taxi fare. He was tired of his job, apparently, and after three and a half years of thinking on the road had come to the conclusion that he was destined to be a TV presenter. Stupid, stupid me (I blame the wine) then said that I had done [...]

The beach, today. Clacton on the train on the free tickets they give you to make the price of an annual season feel more reasonable. I half expected them not to be valid since the take-over, but the guard flapped his hand at us as we showed him them, and then drifted off down the [...]

It’s sod’s law, really. I was going to cut my hair last night and decided against it, then got asked to do a TV interview this evening. It always happens that way.
Anyhow, it was a live insert into London Tonight from an internet cafe in Holborn, which being fairly close to the office sounded eminently [...]