So today was the big office move, as my work finally swapped its two small floors on the edge of Bermondsey for a single big room in a government building up by the Thames. The circumstances are rather different to those the last time I was involved in an office move. Back in 2002, in the dark days before this blog even existed, I moved from Richmond to Putney when the imminently defunct software company…
Month: May 2006
Is there a major international football competition on the way…?
So I’m watching this charity celebrity football match on ITV. You might think that there’s little entertainment value to be gleaned from watching a bunch of ageing ex-pros and assorted D-Listers hobbling around the pitch as they might on a Sunday afternoon down the park, but it’s been worth it so far for the commentary alone. There’s something utterly hilarious and surreal about hearing the likes of: “…And England are looking bright now as David…
Enough With The Fucking Da Vinci Code Already
I know there’s a film coming out, but for the love of god, no more! As if that silly “trebles all round at Random House” court case wasn’t bad enough (funny how it just happened to coincide with the start of pre-publicity for the film, wasn’t it), Channels 4 and 5’s entire output for the last two weeks has been nothing but promotional material masquerading as factual documentaries about “unlocking the code” (presumably a neat…
Does This Count?
Chatting to his mates pre-Hard-Fi, Brixton, Nandos Billy Bragg (support). Er, yeah, so Sal and I saw Hard-Fi at the Brixton Academy last night, in what was the first of their 5 night, ahem “sold out“, residency. [Well, I suppose that “5 nights sort of sold out apart from the “production” hold tickets that we’ve been sporadically releasing ever since the original batch of tickets went on sale (tickets available on the door)…” wouldn’t have…
These Little Town Blues…
As I gently hinted by my bumper haiku selection earlier this week, we spent last weekend in New York, sleeping on the floor of Sal’s cousin’s apartment in the Upper West Side. You know, as you do. Of course, we’ve both been there before, and so didn’t need to bother with all that touristy stuff, although we did find time to saunter over the Brooklyn Bridge on Friday morning and have lunch in the heart…
Bumper Sleb Spotting
Is that Robert Fisk? Arriving. Heathrow. T3? Yes, it looks like him… West Fifty Eighth Street, near the park. Sal grabs me, points: It’s Willem Dafoe! Our friend, thinks he saw Yoko, but we were not there. We don’t believe him Times Square. They’re filming. Action Sequence, top of bus. Familiar guy. Who?