• my diary

    communication breakdown…

    Well predictably, my first paragraph ought to be an apology for the farcical goings on at the start of the week when BlackBerry’s maverick decision to observe three days of silence to mark the passing of Steve Jobs caused equally predictable mayhem, being as I am the owner of not one but two of the blessed pocket-lumps. To anybody whose…

  • my diary

    any time you’re lambeth way…

    And after the baking heat of Cambridge a week ago, I finally made it home on Saturday night (despite the better efforts of First TransPennine Express) just in time for the last hour of X-Factor and shortly before the on-off drizzle set in again – awaiting me were ecstatic fishes (yay), a mountain of junk mail (natch) and a half-full…

  • my diary

    feeling hot hot hot…

    Too hot! This evening I bring word from the scorching temperatures and blistering October sunshine of Cambridge, shortly before packing my bags, waving goodbye and heading South for my long awaited (by me at least) return to my industrially temperature-controlled temporary South Bank residence tomorrow morning – woohoo! Three days of kicking myself for not bothering about the hotel not…