Holmes Under The Hammer
I’d probably call myself a purist when it comes to tampering with classic tales and legends. Nothing captures my imagination more than a good story and it really bothers me when someone decides that tale that’s been around for years and years and most certainly ain’t broke, needs fixing. Its happened time and time again […]
Read moreJerseyhouse 5
I always get to airports early. It’s part of what my friend Mat has coined as an ‘over developed sense of urgency’. It means that something in the back of my head panics that if I don’t get to the airport at least an hour or two before I need to, there is a chance […]
Read moreChocks Away!
Before last night my image of the RAF was very much men wearing leather hats and goggles, with slightly curled moustaches saying phrases like ‘Chocks Away!’, ‘Toodle Pip’ and talking about rogering things a lot. “Roger that’. I assumed a lot of stuff got rogered. Then I thought there would be a few of them […]
Read moreThey Say I’m A Dreamer
Last night in my dream I had to eat popcorn that never seemed to end and all the while I did it, a man in a Hawaiian shirt kept humming the calypso theme. Then there was a bit where somebody kept running up behind me, stroking my arms and running away and the only other […]
Read moreTents, Booze and Fear
TENT-TATIVE I’ve just bought a tent. I’ve never bought a tent before. I’ve borrowed tents, often to return them in a state of muddied ruin, with tent pegs bent all out of shape and the whole package shoved back into its tiny bag with seemingly high disregard so that it looks to be experiencing a […]
Read moreDrunk Ness
I’ll be honest. I’m still a bit drunk. This blog could go all over the shop if its any indication of how I feel. I feel all over the shop. If I was in a shop right now, I would be all over it like a rash. Big department stores would be a challenge but […]
Read moreFlight Attend-Ants
FLYING ANTS Yesterday was supposedly that day where all the flying ants appear. I should probably research it and find out why that it, but I like to think shedloads of ants wake up with wings, get all happy and over excited and race around like the red antrrows (see what I did?) then wake […]
Read moreBlig
This is a mini blog. Hence the name blig. Things become instantly smaller sounding if you replace their vowels for ‘i’s. There used to be a barmaid at the Sir Thomas A Becket pub in Canterbury who looked exactly like Anna Kornikova if she was a bit squished. Therefore we renamed the barmaid Ini Kinikivi. […]
Read moreHeima
There were a lot of elements of yesterday that should have deemed it a bad day. The sort of bad day where without self restrain I could have happily run around causing minor nuisance by kicking over bins and pushing over pedestrians. That level of rage where if you were to contain your fury there […]
Read moreEye Lick What Eye Lick
On yesterday’s journey to and back from a gig that did not turn out as expected, Paul Byrne brought the best journey chat I’d been company to in some time. Journey chat is very important as it a) keeps me awake and stops me from crashing and b) stops me sitting in awkward silence as […]
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