On Brexit (part II)
22nd March 2019
(from The Evening Standard)
On US Election night
11th November 2016
My head hit the pillow at midnight.
The alarm was set for 6am.
In the morning a Speed Awareness course for my heedless sins.
Let it not be Trump.
I woke at 3.30, rose and peered through the blinds. The rain was teeming down, accompanied by a stillness and a silence. The silence was disquieting and foreboding. Preposterous perhaps, fanciful even, but hyperreal to me: I felt a malign presence.
I turned on the radio.
On my dad at 100
5th January 2015
Well helleur.
Happy New Year and that.
This is a short blog about my dad, who would have been 100 on Boxing Day.
On an encounter with Princess Anne
2nd October 2014
Yesterday I spent two hours looking for a photograph of me with the aforementioned Princess. Couldn’t find it. That’s two hours I’ll never get back. Could have watched two and a bit Houses of Cards or run a marathon.
I did find this though. Favourite picture from my childhood.
But you’re here now, so I may as well tell the Princess Anne story.
*gets comfortable in Ronnie Corbett chair, adjusts glasses…*
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On being beaten up
10th January 2012
Oh hi.
Didn’t see you there.
Happy New Year! I hope 2012 brings you everything you ever dreamed of in terms of kitchen gadgetry.
I want to let you know about my recent experience of being beaten to death.
On Llanrhaeadr
25th August 2010
I am silly. A very silly boy. I’ve waited far too long to write up my recent trip to Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant (trans: village of the pigs over the bridge near the river in the valley or some such). Oh well. Any lapses in memory I will endeavour to plug with colourless fabricated anecdotes.
On Raphael Salaman (1906-1993)
26th March 2010
Dear all,
Please take a moment to read this. Today’s blog doubles as an online petition to save an exhibition dedicated to my grandfather.