If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!Something in the garden is being killed and eaten in a very noisy manner. That’s one of the downsides of living out here for the week. The upsides, though, are too many to count, but centre primarily on being […]

Cat sitting. Traditional for spring. It means I get to move home for a week, where there’s space to sit in the garden, more TV channels that you can watch in a lifetime, and a well stocked kitchen. And a cat, obviously. There’s also a loft full of my old belongings. All the things that […]

Bleurgh; a sore throat. That put paid to swimming this morning, which was particularly annoying as I’ve managed the last four days out of five in a row. Total distance, just under four miles. Not a lot, I know, but we’re getting there.
So, I woke up an hour and a half after the alarm went […]

A good day, I think. Plenty of PR whoring, though, and an uncomfortably early start. I was in the pool by half six and swam done a mile fifty-somewhat minutes later. It’s a strange time to be there. Full of inconsiderate lumpy women half the time, swimming diagonally, or flailing like spastic starfish so they […]

Cambridge today. I’m sitting in Nero, drinking coffee, having just spent ten minutes rearranging the magazines in the newsagent next door so MacUser is on the top of three stacks. I’m reading a piece in the Sunday Times that feels remarkably familiar. For a moment I put it down to deja vu, then I realise […]

So last night was the Macworld awards. Time to roll out the ironed shirt and the newly-bought tux, which will pay for itself the next time it’s worn.
Our driver got lost on the way there. I don’t think he’d been north of Westminster before, and ended up driving us back and forth around the leafy […]

Gosh, how grown up. I spent last night, what remained of it after sending the last few pages of the issue off to print, ironing a shirt. Anyone who knows me will know what a big deal this is; I’ve only ironed about three times since I moved out of home six and a bit […]

Looks like I missed the Chingford train by almost 15 hours, then.

It’s funny how different people remember the same event in different ways. We were eating lunch at our desks when Chris of the Phin saw a mouse run across the floor. None of us believed him, of course. Normally they’re just outside the window, scampering around on the pebbles that soak up the rain and […]

I have a feeling this is going to be a long one, so I may break it up with random pictures of people with cake and explain what it’s all about later, depending on how it goes. We’ll see. Last night, though, was Eurovision, and it was one of the noisiest, campest and most eccentric […]