London, alcohol and doing the right thing

London, alcohol and doing the right thing

Last night, I was standing outside The Northumberland Arms, on the corner of Tottenham Court Road and Grafton Way. As usual, I had a pint and the Evening Standard cryptic crossword on the go. Combine these simple pleasures with the circus-parade of individuality that...

A child’s Christmas in Bradford

It’s 1974. Last year the telly was off now and then, as were the lights, and sometimes, because Yorkshire Television engineers were striking, we could only tune into a very snow-stormed signal from Tyne Tees. A year later, the UK was still in a bad way but on...
Philippe Petit, inspiring me to re-wire…

Philippe Petit, inspiring me to re-wire…

For those who don’t know, Philippe Petit is a French high wire artist who gained world fame when, at 7:15am on August 7th 1974, he stepped off the edge of The World Trade Centre South Tower onto the tightrope he, and his team, had rigged during the night....
Explaining old stuff to my daughter…

Explaining old stuff to my daughter…

My daughter, who’s nine asked what the big black circly things in the cardboard envelopes were so I began explaining what vinyl records are all about… “Ok, the big ones are LPs, or albums, they have about the same number of songs as a CD”. She...
Glastonbury, I should, but I can’t….

Glastonbury, I should, but I can’t….

I’m just re-aquainting myself with the merest iota of the slightest possibility of going camping. This micro-urge is leaping from my supressed conscience because, well let’s not by shy here, times are very tough. But is this the only reason I’m...