Do not pad ignorance with eloquence

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in that peculiarly liminal space between the end of one book and the beginning of another. I am usually careful to set up my next read well in advance, however, on this particular occasion, I’d hit a dead end. There are more books on the shelf in the living room than there is time…

I was not designed to make you laugh

In a recent post I discussed wanting to make a change to my life and, sure enough , I went and took the plunge. I no longer work with VICE News (the three hour daily commute was steadily eroding my will to live), but have instead taken a post with the BBC. Since I was…

What we did at the oyster festival 

One of the upsides to spending my weekends and summer holidays washing pots and dishes in a seafood restaurant on the Irish Coast as a teenager was that I was able to sample and acquire a taste for a wide range of strange and exotic foods whose very mention – almost without exception – induced…

In order to succeed

I don’t have too much to show for myself this week as I was only working til Wednesday. I was considering skipping posting today, but I’ve gotten such positive feedback about these little  signs that I thought I might as well show you what I have.  Here are the travel notices  for this week. You…

Do what you can

Herself is in Greece, so I’m home alone for the next week until I join her over there for Greek Easter. I’ll have to find something to keep myself occupied for the weekend, though I fear my efforts may amount to little more that sitting on the couch and watching Sergei Bondarchuk’s incredible 8 hour…

Hope and fear

Here are the travel notices for this particularly sodden April week in London. Enjoy the weekend.

Shooting Practice

Tired of taking terrible pictures, I bought a new camera a few weeks back and have been trying to improve my photography skills at every available opportunity since.  The woman and I found ourselves at a loose end this afternoon, so we packed my camera and a couple of sandwiches and took the train to…

Le Sacre du printemps

The weather in London may have been particularly rotten this Easter Weekend, but that didn’t stop the city’s street artists from getting some work done. I saw this new mural in Stucley Place this morning. The dramatic wall of colour blocking out the grey-scale illustration is almost a reflection of the always overdue transition from…

Tributes to George Martin at Abbey Road

This week the world mourned the loss of Sir George Martin, the legendary record producer and composer affectionately dubbed “the “Fifth Beatle”. I visited Abbey Road Studios on Saturday to see if there would be much of a turnout of fans following the news of Martin’s passing. Along with flowers and cards, hundreds of  well-wishers…

This week in travel notices

Some regular visitors may recall that the workers at my local train station left a small conundrum on the travel notice board for commuters to try and solve last weekend. Unfortunately, they forgot to answer their own riddle and no solution was ever provided. However, after a small Google search I found that the answer…

Long time no talk

The last month was a particularly busy one and I haven’t had much of a moment to think of any kind of writing proper. We moved into our new home in West London and have all but gutted the place, taking a sledge hammer to the cheap IKEA furniture with which the previous tenants had…

Scoping out the West

The search for our first place continues, and on a fine August Saturday afternoon it took Herself and I to Chiswick in West London. We had arranged to view a neat little one bedroom flat above a restaurant on the High Road and we’re excited about a change of scenery. We set on the idea of getting…

A Long Walk Through The City

Soon we found ourselves in Bloomsbury where around every corner you half expect to find T.S Eliot or Virginia Woolf stood in discussion with one of their literary acquaintances from that little bourgeois social circle of theirs. When Americans see London in their movies, says my old man, this is the London they are seeing.