I was an altar boy in my youth (misspent in a very real sense). Cassocks, monstronces, sacristies; such were my domain. I did a good line in self-effacing crossing of the altar that would stand me in good stead in later life (pitching up late for seminars is much like mistiming one’s walk down the Continue reading →
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The year is 2006. The month, November. The time, 16.55 (expected). I sit in my lavishly downholstered South West Trains bucket seat, accumulating other people’s dandruff from the headrest, and wonder how on earth my neighbour manages to snore, operate his Blackberry and emit a sort of whistling sound from an unknown orifice all at Continue reading →
“Wassup, dawg?” a young man asks. “Keepin’ it real, G,” comes the reply. “A-ight, man.” A common enough exchange, and one in which we’ve all partaken at some point, even if only vicariously through our wireless sets. Yet the significance is lost on many, so stoic and understated is the delivery. “Wassup, dawg?” – an Continue reading →
You wouldn’t believe it if you’d only read it, but an enterprising person of whom I’m very jealous took a fantastic photo (shamelessly stolen, right), proving conclusively that a pelican ate a pigeon in St. James’s Park the other day in what has to go down as easily the best Russian doll impression ever effected Continue reading →
I’m going to stop apologising at the start of these entries, favouring instead a brash unashamedness. Thus, rejoice! This entry is both dorky and self-absorbed. For today I found out how to find what people searched for before finding my site. Thus I discover that I am something of a guru for those curious as Continue reading →