Do not chain escapologists to these railings
Friday, February 22nd, 2008If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!A sign on some railings just outside the office…
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Ipswich Town ground at Portman Road
I’d only been to the football once before, and that was for England v Portugal in Euro 2004. We lost, Lisbon went crazy, and as a result we had one of the best nights out of our lives. The city erupted, there was partying on every street, and we joined […]
The National Theatre did a special Valentines screening of Brief Encounter last night. It was a chilly outdoor showing, projected onto the wall of the Fly Tower, which looks out over the Thames, to an audience sat about in deck chairs, cocooned in blankets and rugs.
I’d never seen it before (although I thought I had), […]
Clearing out the loft on Saturday we came across a whole bunch of knitting stuff. Needles, wool, stitch counters. We even found a half-made jumper, still on the needles that will never be finished now.
Most interesting, though, was a whole folder full of old patterns, carefully annotated over the years. Growing up, almost all of […]
It really felt like summer had arrived this weekend. The sun was bright, the skies were clear and it was warm enough to sit outside without a coat.
Yet it was largely spent indoors.
Saturday, we cleared out the loft. It’s ten years since the first items went in, and some of them are fifty or more […]
A fact and a joke.
The fact:
Erinsborough, the fictional suburb in which Australian soap Neighbours is set, is an anagram of the word Neighbours. Am I the last person to discover this?
The joke (from last night’s London Paper, and which everyone seems to laugh at before saying it’s terrible):
Why should you never marry a Dutch girl […]
Poor old Oscar is properly confused by the cat flat. He goes out into the outhouse and then stands at the little door sniffing the air coming through and meowing to be let out.
Sometimes he presses the top - at the hinge - with his feet, but he can’t work out that all he needs […]
The University of East Anglia’s Norwich campus is a home to a strange and varied mix of buildings. Much of it is brutalist in nature, with unforgiving concrete buildings forming an almost unbroken wall stretching from one end of the campus to the other.
It’s a strange place to spend a Saturday afternoon if you’re not […]