The Eyechild

Radio Advertising. Annoying: probably pretty effective. I'm working at the minute, with all that entails, including listening to an offi...

I stumbled on this the other day. I spend far two much of my time thumbing through the racks of 'the Japanese Gap' in the quest for...

So, a wet grey Tuesday morning here and I'm sat in a Cafe Nero in central London, with a load of estate agents. Following a gas leak. ...

Adoption Nazis? There's a sitcom in there somewhere... I'm thinking something like that late 80s wonder 'My Two Dads' (starr...

I'm having a flutter on the gee gees today, on the Grand National. First time I've I'm ever placed a bet, though I'm not muc...

I just regretfully deleted a nice, free little application from my phone called Myrail Lite. It was really handy. It would locate stations c...

Thanks to Sigh 9 for kindly pointing me in the direction of this Flickr pool which contains numerous examples of that poster I was whingein...

This evening I watched the Werner Herzog documentary 'Grizzly Man' about the reclusive guy who fed himself and his girlfriend to bea...

There's that phonemenon, largely subjective I suspect, but often ascribed to synchronicity, where something you were previously unaware ...

On Friday night I went to a night called Closer, at a club called Hidden in Vauxhall which was, appropriately, tucked away on a little side...

Who Watches the Watchmen? well me, last Friday at the iMax, and I actually sat down and penned quite a long review about it too, before thin...

So, this afternoon Prince William popped into The St Giles' Trust on Camberwell Church Street. Immediately prior, I was scarfing down a ...

So last night I trooped up to Cargo for Need2Soul with Al, where the enigmatic Moodymann was headlining alongside Benji B, who recently inte...

I read today, via a link from the man like Ade, (and as reported by Creative Review) that Sheffield based exponents of all things vector Th...

Been hunting for some of these 'for a minute'... my last pair are wearing through at the heels.

Ever wonder what London's bus routes looked like in 1933? I know I have. Well wonder no longer, friends. All is revealed, here...

An interesting article on the hipster 'phonemenon' which the author cites as evidence of 'The Dead End of Western Civilisation...