Tag: Money
I guess you could say I’m politically apathetic. I care enough to watch the news, but not enough to vote. Yes, I’ll admit it: I don’t vote. I clearly remember the mid-90s ad campaign that zipped up the electorate’s mouths with the words: “If you don’t vote, you don’t have …
I’m a little late to the party here (I like to call it fashionably late), but I just read my first book on my new Kindle. And I have to admit it: I’m in love. A book geek to the core, I’ve been a staunch defender of the paperback. There’s …
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: years come in waves. Some high, some low, and some extremely rocky waters. This year has been a high, for so many reasons that I’ve unfathomably decided to do what I don’t usually: bear a little more soul for others to …
“One shouldn’t become too besotted with success”, I was instructed by David Lewis CBE three years ago. He had kindly agreed to let me, a lowly-journalist wannabe interview him for a magazine journalism course that was going to ‘shape my career’. (I never ended up attending; a job offer got …
On the 26th July 2011, Amy Winehouse was cremated. This strikes me as slightly strange since burial, not cremation, is the traditional Jewish rite. But I can understand the will that her grave not be made into a shrine. An equivalent to the Jim Morrison Paris pilgrimage to Edgwarebury Cemetery …
It’s quite an odd feeling wishing you don’t get everything you’ve paid for (value for money and all that), but that’s exactly how I feel about my London 2012 Olympics tickets. Clearly, I want to attend everything I’ve bid on (and am rather damned excited about it), I just fear …
Last night I was brought along to the Made in Japan benefit, an ATP Concert (All Tomorrow’s Parties) thrown to raise funds for the Japanese disaster.
Well I was hardly going to turn down an invitation to this, was I? Mark Frith, Editor of Time Out magazine and former editor of Heat and Sky magazines, was going to be speaking at a UJIA media networking event called ‘Magazines Exposed’. And I was going to be sitting …
A matinee outing that I’ve been looking forward to for ages: Twisted Tales, the stage adaption of Roald Dahl’s Tales of the Unexpected.
Years come in waves, undulating their way atop the days and the months, until before you know it you have to get used to a brand new arbitrary number at the end of things. 2011 – doesn’t that sound strange? 1st January 2011 – even stranger, especially when reflecting back …
