The Eyechild

Has anyone else noticed that the met office is, well, a bit shit? As meteorologists never tire of telling us, theirs is an 'inexact sci...

An enduring, marginally endearing memory of my secondary-school era was of traipsing to my classmate Chris Pinchbeck's basement in Heato...

A few months whilst walking through Soho, I chanced upon a trail of unsophisticated graffitti, where someone had crudely sprayed the 'Sl...

A few years ago whilst living in Heaton Moor, my good old buddy Will came up to stay, for what turned out to be a long boozy weekend (these ...

Fucked off.

I went to the Hunterian museum this Saturday gone, which is situated a (sling-shot) stone's throw away from the John Soames house, on th...

I got this David Shrigley postcard with a print I bought from POW recently, and it's kept me chuckling ever since. I can't quite put...

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...