So there I am sorting out my surprisingly successful fantasy football team for the weekend’s fixtures when I spotted that I’d ended up with this: I think it’s only right to keep this formation for the next couple of weeks (but I’ll be sure to take it down before 6th January, of course…) In other news, thank you very much Network Rail, for deciding at the last minute that you’ll be doing engineering work on…
Ok, so picking up on typos and grammatical errors in shabby freesheet thelondonpaper is a bit like shooting free fish in a very large barrel, but I thought this one was just a bit too amusing not to pass on: Prince William and younger brother Prince Harry lapped up a night of racy sextease last night after dropping into a little-known venue in Shepherd’s Bush for a two hour session of risqué burlesque dancing. They…
And this lunchtime I went out to Borough Market to see a celebrity buy some fish. It was art, apparently. The celebrity in question was Jude Law, and he was there to re-enact this as part of an art piece called The World As A Stage. I have to say that the re-enactment didn’t look quite like the video (I’m not sure that Borough Market ever looks quite as peaceful as that, and definitely not…
So yesterday I was walking back from Borough Market at lunchtime with my Flour Power brownie and sandwich in hand, when I spotted some people collecting money for charity with slightly amateur looking handwritten signs saying something about Anne Widdecombe having been arrested. And now I find out (via londonist) that this was all a charity stunt in which they were collecting money to get her out. Bugger. Do you think I can get my…
So the other Friday, I made my best stab at slipping out of the office at half four, as subtly as you can when you’re laden down with bags and wearing a big winter coat, and made my way north on a surprisingly quiet Northern line. Sal and I were off to Bruges for the weekend, you see, and I wanted to get up to the new St Pancras station (named, of course for the…
I seem to get more and more misdirected emails these days. I’m not talking about proper spam, but rather what seem to be real emails that were intended for a different Matt: for example, there’s the Central Indiana Christian Songwriters’ Association who email me every now and again inviting me down to open mic nights at their church. Sadly, I’m unlikely to make it down there given that (a) it’s in Indianapolis, and (b) I…
My output on these pages might have dwindled recently to little more than the occasional photograph or screenshot and the most minimal of commentary, but I don’t normally stoop to the level of just linking to stuff that other people have written. I’m making an exception today, though, because I want to link to Ben Goldacre’s absolutely spot on article about Homeopathy from today’s Guardian. Partly because, well, everyone should read it, but also because…
So there’s this London radio station, right. And they happen to be running a competition at the moment in which they are asking their listeners to do their marketing for them (well, they already ask their listeners to pick the records, so this isn’t such a great leap–presumably they will soon be outsourcing all remaining jobs at the station to their listeners: I look forward to Alex Zane running a competition with the chance to…
We had salmon for dinner last night. I was both relieved and amused to read the allergy advice… Always read the label, kids. [Busy. Can’t Stop. Proper blog with words and paragraphs and everything coming soon, promise…]
I was just doing one of those YouGov surveys that they send to me from time to time. Um. I’m not quite sure how to answer that last question, though… Anyone? (I don’t know if I “thing” anything about Ming, really, but I do thing that Tony Blairs and Iain Duncan Smith are doing sterling work for their respective parties…)