The other day someone pointed at a (agent-free, so presumably cheaper than average) listing for a one-bed flat in That Londons (Hackernee, IIRC ( Read more... )

In the seventies, when Upper Hill Farm was still grandfather's (Rented land. From the old days when a labouring type who wanted to make a go of farming could actually do that, rather than having to piss off to the city to earn £neg+bonus as some wideboy spiv forex trader. Well, I say 'earn'. It would now appear that I mean 'steal, with the alleged ( Read more... )

Repeated playing of the recording I made for that nice Mr. Chaos makes it sound like something that sits between 'Thought for the day' and some rather odd football scores.

I seem to have been buying plain black Gap t-shirts for some considerable time. And, since I'm of the slightly gig-going persuasion, I have an imperial arseload of t-shirts that I wear in a wonky sort of rotation, which means that individual shirts last for quite a while ( Read more... )

Were I thinking about spreading disinformation about the Occupy movement, this would be as good a place to start as any.Of course, one can only speculate about the source. Could be yer man there just pretending to be a dope-addled hippy for The Press, could be that someone else is using said handy dope-addled hippy as a conduit, could be a story ( Read more... )

I have just been tangentially reminded of an odd interlude from the other month ( Read more... )

Well, bollocks.

Obviously, this isn't all about me, but it's getting a bit bloody previous. Peelie, HST, Tony Wilson and now Swells. Yet Spandau effing Ballet are gigging again. I'd like the good cultural reference-points to last longer than the shit ones, please ( Read more... )

• Lock a set of people from all over the place into a small air-conditioned room for the thick end of a week and The Lurgi will spread. Thus we find that the JHR is both thick and snotty. Bugger. We also find that the inside of the (Nat West) Tower/42 is tiny and that if you're in the bogs, the high-speed lifts sound like passing tube trains. That ( Read more... )

For the first time in, um, seven years I'm largely at the mercy of the public transport system for this getting to and from work business ( Read more... )

Years and years ago, uk_jon and I came up with the cod-philosophical concept of 'Smoking a cigarette to make the bus come'. As might be obvious, we seemed to be spending rather too much useful drinking time hanging around near windswept Cheltenham bus-stops in the depths of winter, waiting for the sodding bus to turn up. And like as not sail past since ( Read more... )