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Gloucester Road tube station has gone all hippy on us. One whole wall, stretching the full length of a platform, has been painted up in psychedelic multi-coloured circles and lit from below. It’s the work of Brazilian artist Beatriz Milhazes, and all quite impressive, particularly as your train sweeps in alongside it.
Even the name is […]

Michael Rosen turned out to be a slightly older jumper-wearing Radio 4 man, not the sex photographer Google turns up as hit number one, which I’m sure was a relief to us all.
I’d been slotted in for a 4pm interview, five minutes walk from the office, so wandered slowly up through the wind-blasted streets to […]

It’s the last Sunday of the month, so it’s cooking day. This week: shortbread.
Ingredients
200g (7oz) plain flour
30g (1oz) rice flour or ground rice
60g (2oz) sugar
140g (5oz) of butter
a pinch of salt
Mix together the dry ingredients and then rub in the butter until it forms fine breadcrumbs. If using a mixer, you can instead throw it […]

I had a call from Radio 4 yesterday. They wanted to book me in for an interview on Monday afternoon with Michael Rosen. It’s a pre-record for one of those intelligent arty programmes on a Sunday afternoon.
While I knew the name, though, I knew nothing about Martin Rosen, so I Googled him at work. I’m […]

…and I’m all partied out. That’s not how the weekend should start.
So, let’s rewind to Wednesday. That was the night of the S____ party at the Cuckoo Club, through a rope and down some steps on a side road off Regent’s Street where, the Richmond and Twickenham Times reliably informs us Paris Hilton was pelted […]

Keith brought probably the most environmentally-unfriendly sweets ever created into the office today. Not only did they come in a big crinkly plastic bag, but each one was individually sealed inside a small plastic burger box. There was, quite literally, more packaging than sweet.
Plus they were hard to get into and tasted nasty.

It’s years since I last went bowling, so I didn’t have a clue how good (or how bad) I’d be when the whole team headed out for a MacUser/Computer Buyer/Photo studio bowling night in Finsbury Park.

Breakfast this morning was at Harvey Nichols. Pre-opening, on someone else’s bill. V posh, needless to say.
And yet, at the same time, at least 50% disappointing, perhaps because I’d been expecting too much. The venue was nice, of course; we were in the restaurant and bar out back, which is a bit like the inside […]

We have a fake moustache in the office.