Taken in London on Friday. I have ignored rule number 2, also there’s no guarantee I will have a photograph for every day. Furthermore I don’t have the swanky equipment that the rest of you have; this was just snapped … Continue reading
Try not to wet yourself. Seriously. And also, in comedic style.
It’s Sunday, and as often happens, our dinner plans have changed because we had lunch in a pub. That makes our lifestyle sound more decadent than it really is. Oh well. Bernard had ravioli on toast for tea, followed by … Continue reading
Let all those who have faith in the cocktail hour make haste to the Ubunka. It is of course fully equipped with all the mixers and a lifetime supply of ice for our drinks. There has been some talk of … Continue reading
I suppose you people are wanting a drink. With the rise of UKIP, fundamentalist wars going on, and ebola creeping ever nearer to our shores, we are going to batten down the hatches. So once you’re in the bunker today, … Continue reading
I got the new shoes, the weather has cooled down, summer hols are over, but I still haven’t got my mojo back. Ran a 10k in Windsor the other week which ended with undignified waterchundering [thanks for the sponsorship, nice … Continue reading
I won’t be serving a second round today as I’ll be on my way to Aston for the NCT conference, featuring Ben Goldacre as a keynote speaker, and me running a workshop that I haven’t really planned yet. I also … Continue reading
At the age of 8, I would come home from school, eat a jam butty, and go off to play out with my friends. I am pretty sure I never had homework. Of course, we are talking about the previous … Continue reading