Last night I went to see ‘the Scottish play’ at Trafalgar Studios. I’m not the biggest Shakespeare fan. I respect his body of work, and his creation of words, and his wordplay therein, and I like the amount of death that seems inherent in his tragedies. That’s quite a lot of things. Maybe I do … More Macbeth.

To the marathon.

I am shattered. I just walked a mile to catch the train to London. I am going to watch the marathon today, and I am obviously being satirical, although I did have to pace it because I spent far too long lost in my own reflection this morning. Two very good friends are running today … More To the marathon.

Project 333.

Last night I went through my wardrobe and chest of drawers, packed up two thirds of their contents into two suitcases and put them in the loft. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. It’s an experiment in the minimalist lifestyle. For the last couple of months I have been harping on at people about the … More Project 333.

‘David Bowie Is…’ Exhibition – V&A Museum.

The three albums which define my early childhood are REM’s Monster, David Bowie’s Hunky Dory and Jason Donavan’s Ten Good Reasons. Luckily for all concerned I became disenfranchised with the latter before I was ever asked what my favourite albums were. The first two, meanwhile, are entirely down to my parents, who would permeate bathtime … More ‘David Bowie Is…’ Exhibition – V&A Museum.