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The more observant among you will have noticed a few cosmetic changes of late: I've finally got round to sticking an image up in the ban...

I was reading The Independent on the bus on the way into work this morning, as you do, and I read this article with interest. It was in the...

I was thinking of writing a blog post on the subject of the death of Jerry Falwell , who represents a subject close to my heart (regular blo...

Been away all weekend, so there was a mountain of washing up to do when I got back, enough for two albums in fact. So here they are. I have ...

We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. I have, in a very general sense, a bit of an aversion to doing what I'm told. In the lite...

Interesting article in the Independent today about Donald Rumsfeld - it appears that the secret of longevity in the political arena in the...

I love my iPods. In fact I've got two. This sounds like I'm building up to some sort of crude sexual innuendo, but it is in fact tru...

Much has been written, by, among others, me, about the French elections. Needless to say things didn't go quite as I'd hoped they wo...

Balderdash & Piffle is back on tonight. As this article astutely observes, there's something just a little bit smug and annoying a...

There's a chain of bars stealthily taking over Bristol, building by building. They're called " The X Lounge " where X is a...

First Test match of the 2007 cricket season starts today. No time for a full pre-match analysis, just to observe that the Lord's ground...

Once again my strange trombone-like powers enable me to influence the course of human history by the power of my mind. No sooner do I put ...

Songs From Northern Britain by Teenage Fanclub. Aaahhh, the Fannies . There's something very warm and cuddly and comforting about them ...

I've just watched tonight's Panorama special about Scientology - now, it's fair to say that even before seeing this the very me...

America. Big, isn't it? I mean, for the purposes of this little anecdote we're only considering the 48 contiguous states (i.e. excl...

Latest round of photographic evidence of my deeply dull and futile life: a few photos of the Easter weekend at my Mum & Dad's place...

The Memoirs Of A Survivor by Doris Lessing . Well, this is all very strange. We're in a large city which we are invited to assume is Lo...

...amusingly named estate agents. I didn't know, until a few days ago, that the character Hotblack Desiato in Douglas Adams' Hitch-...

Should I be hideously slain in a bizarre blogging accident before I've got round to putting together an actual proper will, here's w...

Solid Air by John Martyn. This is regularly voted, somewhat euphemistically, one of the great "chill-out" albums of all time - wh...