Posts from January 2006
You know you’ve made it when your name is on the menu (January 30th, 2006)
It’s 3:15am and Outlook bings. That’ll be Ted Turner, I think – before remembering that Outlook isn’t a fax machine and I’m not Hunter S. Thompson. In any event, it’s Waitrose.
First Ainsley, then John Spencer, now this (January 29th, 2006)
Ever since Boris Johnson’s assistant told me off for swearing, I’ve tried to moderate my language on Vox. But sometimes it’s just not possible. Like tonight when my flat is absolutely fucking freezing. The sort of freezing that makes you want to get out from under your duvet, pack your bags, grab your passport and [...]
But we’re not grown up. We’re pretty fookin’ far from grown up (January 15th, 2006)
It’s 6:20am and I have just – as the kids say – pulled an all-nighter. Since I got my nice new flat in Westminster – not a book’s throw from the office – I’ve been starting work earlier and leaving the office well before midnight most nights (previously the prospect of a forty minute cab [...]
Happy New Year (January 8th, 2006)
Ok, so I’m a bit late. Eight days in. But Happy New Year, yeah? |
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