Posted in July 2006

The Internet is Just a Great Big Pencil Case

You may have noticed that I’ve added a last.fm badge to this blog and if you haven’t it’s the thing on the right-hand side underneath the heading “I’m listening to” that lists which musical tracks I’ve been listening to lately. I deliberated over whether to add it or not – do I really want people … Continue reading

What Would You Rather Do?

I have to change my mobile phone number. This is mildly traumatic. I am getting a phone from my employer which means work calls will be paid for and I can finally check the mobile portal and tv channel that my team has various elements of responsibility for. Apart from the fact that I am … Continue reading

A Load of Meatballs and a Cathedral

Albóndigas (meatballs) was one of the first words I learnt in Spanish, forever etched in my memory due to a mix up during Spanish oral with albogodones (cotton wool balls). Since then, every time I find myself in a tapas restaurant whether in the UK or in Spain I insist on ordering the little meat … Continue reading

Off on hols

Off to Palma for four whole days. No time to write much, just to muse on my favourite, John Prescott, taking over whilst Tony’s away. Oh yeah, I’m sticking by him through thick and thin. And I’ll be spending my time at the harbour sipping a cool jerez and nibbling on a salted almond, dreaming … Continue reading

Things that Karaoke Has Taught Me

A friend of mine once said “Planning karaoke is like planning sex”. At the time she meant it took the joy out of it, the spontaneity, the thrill. But as we get older, planning activities such as these can become an important way of making sure you get an appropriate outlet for the most fundamental … Continue reading

Ultimate Tube Survival Guide

With commitment to Zone 3 comes commitment to the tube. A good half hour every day to read a chunk of novel or listen to music (for some reason Philip Roth was followed by a Blackalicious phase) is fabulous for my mental health, but when I have to start fanning myself like a Les-Dawson style … Continue reading