• my diary

    the sun has (finally) got his hat on…

    It’s not exactly sweltering I know, but the relatively cooler temperatures here by the coast are just the ticket for a non-sun worshipper; that’s with the caveat that the longer days are a lot better than the ones where it’s barely light when my phone goes on at half past nine and then dark again by the time I’ve turned…

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    friday i’m in love…

    Black Friday, that is. As deep rooted and complete as my loathing for the wholesale hijacking of other nations’ customs and traditions undoubtedly is, any event that allows me to both spend and save money at the same time by providing exuberant discounts on things I had already planned to buy gets my vote, and as with last year’s bargain-fest…

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    it was supposed to be so easy…

    And I can’t lie as for me it was, the first time anyway. My Streets ticket for Brixton in April was booked, paid for – including the obligatory almost-20% mark up for ‘service charges’, a ‘facility fee’ and delivery (How would you like your tickets delivered? You can have E-tickets for £2.75 or posted tickets for £2.75. We cannot guarantee…