I’m feeling a bit cranky tonight. For a few reasons.
Firstly, it’s a fucking Bank Holiday weekend again. I hate Bank Holidays. As someone who works for himself... sorry shareholders, as someone who works for you... I can pretty much choose my own hours, and days. All a Bank Holiday does is prevent me from choosing [...]

Saturday evening, fresh back from a trip to the Edinburgh Fringe with Pond. What sport!
Adam and James are - as you know - doing shows up there, Adam has an album to promote, and James has both an album and a book. Busy boys both. Pond and I helped out as best we could - [...]

Having a blog can be pretty fucking weird. Good weird, but weird.
A couple of days ago you’ll remember, I mentioned being in a fug - which I was. As it turned out, it was a two day fug, only really ending last night when Clare, myself, accountant Mark and later Rob went to the pub.
Turns [...]

I suffer from an odd kind of reverse procrastination. One in which I put off interesting jobs - things I’m looking forward to doing, or am enthusiastic about - in favour of things that are less fun.
Give me a roast dinner and I’ll eat the carrots first and the meat (or possibly the Yorkshire puddings) [...]