if i thought you were listening, i'd never say a word

Owens Field is a really small park about a hundred yards from the Angel, Islington, near the City and Islington College Centre for Applied S...

Sunday 15th March to be exact. About 09:00. I love London first thing in the morning. This is what I see on the way to the gym Sunday. At th...

For the next six weeks, until my birthday, I will live simply. I will: go to the gym every day except Saturday; get as close to the reduc...

Over at Jeff Goldblum’s Laugh , they have a list of five movies guaranteed to set loose that self-pity that’s straining at the leash and bri...

Songs with flutes are special. Many are by Traffic or Jethro Tull, few were made after 1970. The flute is, in the context of rock / pop / da...

(I’m commenting on this book because it took two weeks out of my reading time and was painful. It turned out to be one of those books with w...

In February I spent two weeks grinding my way through a collection of essays in contemporary epistemology. I could have read at least three ...