Regular readers of my drivel may already be well aware that, musically, I am more or less stuck in the eighties. In fact I’m not even stuck in all of the eighties; it’s generally just those bits that involved Paul Weller, The Jam (er, Paul Weller) and the Style...
I start a new job soon. I am quite looking forward to it but, no matter whom you are, whether you are becoming a little long in the tooth or are still a bit wet behind the ears, it’s always a tad daunting when you start a new job. Everything is a little bit strange,...
Maybe it’s the hot weather, but I haven’t half been a ratty bastard this week. You’d think that kicking my heels at home for a few days would chill me out but it seems to have had quite the opposite effect on me. Perhaps because I have come into contact with people...
Yesterday, a good friend of mine experienced the deep joy of becoming a father for the first time. In amongst the glee of knowing that he will now, finally, suffer all the inconvenience and both sleep and life deprivation that I suffered through eight years ago, I...
What a roller-coaster of a week this has been? First of all Wigan Athletic only go and win the FA Cup at Wembley Stadium against the mega-rich Manchester City and then, while we are still all as high as kites on euphoria, adrenalin and God knows what else, they go and...
