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A year ago today, I posted what was not technically but spiritually the first post of this blog's existence, in which I discussed the following resolutions: Get out of London at least once a month. Check! Birmingham, Oslo, California, New Zealand, Amsterdam, Derby, Plymouth, Ashford, Croatia, Cromer, San Diego (again), France Update this blog thing once a day. Check! Sort of. I generally updated ...

Well, firstly, go and read this, because basically I want to steal this idea. No thoughts expressed in this post are original, yet they might lead to something that is. The video iPod, and devices that emulate its function (including, in a large part, your computer) are going to change the way we consume video content, and it's going to rush the convergence of television and the internet even f ...

I've been having this recurring dream for the past three years or so. I've heard that, in broad strokes, it's not an entirely uncommon dream. While I haven't had this specific dream before, I've had dreams which are extremely similar. Okay, so I dream that I'm living back in Hamilton, in the house I lived in as a teenager. Uhm, and, somehow it's transpired that I've decided to go back to Universi ...

| had a dream when | was in norway. rob said it was interesting and that | should write it down. rob's often wrong on these things. blame him if you get bored so, | dreamt that saddam hussein, the butcher of baghdad, had escaped from american-occupied-iraq and was hiding out in some country (norway, | guess) in which | was, also, in. and somehow (the dream didn't really make it clear how) saddam ...

I can't wait until I have my back surgery, and then my tummy tuck. I'm not fat by any means, but after 10 years, time can take it's toll, ya know? The back surgery is necessary, and of course the tummy thing is purely cosmetic. [backing slowly away from my computer] Can this be? Can I really know someone who is actually considering really truly having a 'tummy tuck'? And, on top of that, admit ...

The world?s only British matador is, apparently, retiring. Asked why he was retiring, he responded: ?Well, in order to be a matador, you need 100% of your faculties...well...90% of your faculties.? That made me giggle, for some reason. ...

I'm currently looking for somewhere to live, which means I spend the greater portion of my working day staring at the gumtree, looking for flats that fall into my very specific criteria: location, price, size, convenience, shower pressure, the usual. However I'm finding that, while I'm reasonably flexible in all of these areas, I immediately discard any advert that contains the following heinous ...

While I constantly maintain a sort of low-level state of general health (blocked nose, brain fatigue, insomnia, lower back pain), it's actually pretty rare that I am stricken with an illness that is so severe that I can't make it into work. I mean, every time I wake up with symptoms that you might associate with severe flu/being dead, but I find if I just 'fight through them', they rapidly dissip ...

So, I?m sitting at this gig the other day, and I?ve got a couple of thoughts chasing round in me old brick, two of which are of pertinence today: The first was, well, before I started this here blog, I was already a pretty active member of the old blogging community, checking out all your sites and things, making comments, occasionally guest-hosting here and there. And something I?d often ask oth ...

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In the spirit of the Valentine's Day weekend (and yes, if you're staring lovingly into your lover's eyes and giving them small kisses on the tube and giggling at how insufferably adorable your lives are and you see, out of the corner of your eye, someone espying you with barely restrained disgust, say hi! That's me. And I hate you), I thought I'd pose a question. A procedural matter, really. I'v ...

My sister-in-law, Lisa, has a tradition that's not entirely without merit: Every new year's eve, she catalogues her year for whoever she's with, and then encourages them to do the same. I think I got about 30 seconds into this exercise before I was overtaken with a wave of misery, and had to go running into the darkness below Primose Hill, weeping. But Lisa noted, and I think she's right, that wh ...