Why I refuse to live for the weekend

I’ve noticed a trend on my Facebook news feed of people complaining about it being Monday, like they didn’t see this coming. I can only assume they are not aware of Mufasa’s Circle of Life speech. Surely this is the most immediate example of wishing your life away. I love a weekend as much as …

Now that’s what I call a first novel (an almost review of Less Than Zero)

It’s hard to review a book you’ve read at least ten times because you’re instantly hung up on it all when you start. A friend (the same one who couldn’t work out why he didn’t have an Aston Martin) asked me how I could possibly read the same book more than once. Friend is a …

Why being a quarter of a century didn’t destroy me

I turned 25 last month, an age I previously would have referred to as being adult. At eighteen I assumed that by twenty-five I’d be set in my ways, have my own place, maybe even be married, silly little eighteen year old me. The state of play as I see it id that I’m twenty …

Gigs AKA How to tell if you’re becoming a cranky old bastard.

In the last week I have been to three gigs, namely Civil Wars, The Shins and Noah & The Whale. I’ve got a few observations I would like to share with you, but heads up now, this isn’t a triple review. The first is the issue of cameras and smartphones being used to capture the …