Normally I wouldn’t trouble these pages with news of something so desperately uncool (See! I am the Fearne Cotton of the blogging world), but just a quick mention that Sal and I saw the Finn Brothers at the Albert Hall last night (hey, get over it: I’m going out with an Antipodean, it’s what they ...

As you might have gathered from previous posts, we spent the Easter weekend in Budapest. The weather was not kind to us, but somehow the grey overcast skies that dominate my photographs seemed rather well suited to a weekend wandering around admiring the grand old crumbling buildings and grim soviet architecture that dominate the Hungarian ...

Watching “Express TV”, on the Heathrow Express yesterday, as Sal and I returned from our weekend in Budapest, I was delighted to watch and hear the following announcement: “Welcome to the Heathrow Express, and welcome to Express TV… For your comfort, on this train there are a number of quiet coaches, where Express TV isn’t ...

Apparently Razorlight’s Johnny Borrell wrote ‘Leave Me Alone’, off their debut album on the number 29 bus. (“…Borrell worked stops from the route of the Number 29 – the London Bus he wrote the track on – into the song“) Hey! That goes right past my house. In fact, sometimes I catch that bus down ...

Paris excepted, all of my recent trips to Europe have been to countries where I have no language skills whatsoever. Having got completely fed up with feeling like the stupid uneducated Brit abroad, I resolved to do something about this, and at least make some cursory efforts to learn a few words of the language ...

My afternoon was enlivened considerably by an email from Camden council. Nothing to do with the contents of the email, but all to do with the fact that they have configured their email server to show just the sender’s surname in the “From:” field, and this email happens to be about my council tax account, ...

in an old school hall celeb fame academy on my way to work It was only this morning, and I think the jumbo red nose stuck to the entrance might have been the give away, that I realised why there’s been crowds of youngsters hanging around the old lambeth college every night for the last ...

After finally getting completely fed up with the ISP that likes to charge for no service, I told Virgin.net that I’d like to move off their £25 a month “no service” plan, and picked myself a new ISP. This time, I plumped for Homechoice, who were prepared to offer me broadband at twice the speed ...

Clearly it’s all downhill from here: the second 10,000 days of your life are obviously going to be nowhere near as good as the first, are they? Maybe this is why 27 is the Rock Star Death age? Further updates to come in 2032 if/when I clock over to 20,000 days…

It’s just as well that Rob pointed it out, or I might have missed out on celebrating my 10,000th day birthday. If that’s not enough to make you feel old on a random wintery day in March, then I don’t know what is. Oh, I see that Glasto ticket details are up on the website. ...