Last night I popped into my loft, which a feat worthy of a mention because until recently I have been too fat to get through the trapdoor. So for many months I believed the boxes to be lost to me
Some people join Twitter to sell stuff and other people join to follow their favourite celebrities. I joined to write silly tweet, chat to nice people and sometimes plug a podcasts…but it’s mostly just the silly tweet and nice people
I’m watching television with my eyes.
At two o’clock this afternoon the friends and family of Rik Mayall laid him to rest. That was a shitty sentence to write. The sentence I should be writing is: at 2pm this afternoon the friends and family of Rik
I just want you to know that I am really looking forward to the World Cup. I love nothing more than pubs full of shouty violent men or the shock of waking at 2am to the scream of fists in
There are little people in my television.
They’re everywhere! Even in my pants.
Here is another short and hastily written blog. So little time. Those people, who tolerate me, know that I love nothing more than a bit of science fiction. In fact you only have to pop the word ‘star’ in front
It was a pleasantly warm freezing afternoon in a hole, when I first mounted my trusty John Steed. My heart soared and mind raced as I thought about the adventures which lay ahead. After catching my heart in a net