Practically perfect in every way
Perfection is subjective. This thought occurred to me at about 9.21 on Friday evening. We were at the National Theatre’s …
Bird rage
I never feel my week has truly started until I’ve been repeatedly told to fuck off by an angry stranger. …
I Like Lists
I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. I like, and I think I’ve said this before, letting a square of …
Urban haven
The week has passed windily. If you find a blue sock, it’s mine. Wednesday lunchtime saw me walking down West …
Autumn, valour and human leg slalom
The week has passed autumnally. Yesterday, deserted by the muse, I put out a twitter plea. ‘If you have any …
Lies, damned lies and black redstarts
Once upon a time there was a little boy who lied. He didn’t do it all the time. No no …
Define ‘interesting’
It’s the most harmless of questions. Or so you’d think. ‘Seen anything interesting?’ I’ve clocked him a mile off. It’s …
First take your Sangakkara
The week has passed Septemberily, arguing fiercely with itself about whether it should turn the heating on. Yes, it’s autumn, …
Slice of life
The week has passed holidayingly, pausing only to upload smug photos of obscenely picturesque coastlines to social media with the …
Fear of Flying
The week has passed with the willingness and speed of a drugged sloth, dragging itself to its conclusion only because …