Category: London
As daft, nonsensical comedy goes, I’m not generally a fan. Sure, I enjoy Basil Fawlty’s führer walk as much as the next Brit-gold appreciator, but – don’t shoot me – I can give or take the kind of US humour found in Ferrell’s Anchorman. Which is why it startles me …
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 …
It’s not often I feel like crying at gigs. Yes, I do enjoy a good cry most days and most trivial things (my mum was right; it does get worse as you get older), but not at a gig. Gigs for me are synonymous with a lot of waiting around, …
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 …
A few weeks ago, I put myself forward as a volunteer to be a performer at the Olympics 2012 Ceremonies. Sworn to secrecy, I couldn’t possibly divulge anything we were asked to do (the first rule of Olympics volunteering is that you don’t talk about Olympics volunteering). But I doubt …
I’ve been feeling a fair amount of blogging guilt of late. Writing is all very well and good until you stop / simply don’t have enough hours in the day to do it. My desire to keep on creating turns into a bit of nervous twitch if I don’t fulfil …
Almost a year ago to the day, I went speed dating at A Game of Two Halves in Bar Kick, Shoreditch, for no other reason than it sounded like a decent night out. With the night about to kick off again for a new season (too many football puns in that …
“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 …
Anyone who’s lived in London for six months or more will tell you that Tube Rage is a real problem that can infiltrate your life, if you let it. It turns would-be sane adult commuters into vicious, defensive teenagers who become tersely territorial over a dust mite-ridden square of carpet …
