“Right. We catch the tube into Camden and head for the nearest bog-standard Indie oriented bar…”

On Saturday night, as the slowly fading stamp on the back of my hand suggests, we headed out in our new neighbourhood to enjoy the delights of drinking in a couple of slightly too crowded venues. After a few drinks at the typically heaving Lock Tavern, where we were forced out onto the terrace, we ...

It’s Indie Rock and Roll For Me

To the Brixton Academy, on Saturday night, to see the 21st century’s answer to Shed Seven: The Killers. It was a particularly crowded academy, too, and there was a palpable sense of expectation in the air when we arrived. Somehow we managed to squeeze into a spot down the front just in time before the ...

Customer Service

Ok, so I know I haven’t posted anything for a week, and I imagine the last thing that any of you want to read is yet another post from me complaining about some company that’s annoyed me (no, really, I don’t spend all my time complaining about things, honestly…), but I’ve been ill, I’ve been ...

And So It Begins Again

Well, we are all moved in to our new place. Or at least we have stuff piled high all over the living room floor, and I’m still not quite sure when and how I acquired all this stuff and whether we really need it, but the hard part is over. Or so I thought. The ...

Makes the World go Around

It’s quite possible these days, armed only with an Internet banking login and a wallet full of small plastic cards, to live life without ever needing to carry around more than a few pounds in cash. I remember when I was younger, credit cards still seemed to have some rarity value. These were the heady ...

Gmail

Well, the public availability of Gmail can’t be far away: like most other Gmail users, I have just been given 50 invites. I didn’t have 6 friends to invite, let alone 50… Anyone? Leave an email address (might be an idea to disguise it in some way, if you intend to use it again) in ...

Cold Call

Her: Hello, is that Matthew? It’s [inaudible] calling from [inaudible]. Me: I’m sorry? Her: It’s [inaudible] calling from [inaudible]. Me: (still with no idea who this woman works for, or why she might be calling, but not wanting to ask again) Ok…. Her: Are you free to talk? Me: Er… yes… Her: Are you still ...

Paranoia, Paranoia, Everybody’s Coming To Get Me

Like most website owners, I check the website logs every now and again. It always makes for interesting reading, whether it turns up a new incoming link, or some interesting search string that has led some unwitting surfer to these pages. Unfortunately, although I can go back to the original log files if I need ...

Ecoutez et Repetez

Sal and I spent a thoroughly pleasant weekend in a Paris seemingly filled with kilted Scots, bagpiping their way around town, and in surprisingly high spirits even after their narrow defeat to the French on Saturday afternoon (that said, although a crowd of young chaps belting out Flower of Scotland on the streets of Montmartre ...

Blog Lite*

Finding myself up by London Bridge at lunchtime yesterday, I spotted that they were giving out copies of the new free lunchtime version of the Evening Standard (inexplicably, Standard Lite: what was wrong with Lunchtime Standard?) I’m not quite sure what game Associated is playing here: will saturating London’s commuters with free papers at all ...