So: after almost twenty months, more Estate Agents than I ever hope to encounter again in the rest of my life, an architect, a team of builders and a deep immersion in the auction houses of London, I am moving into my new house this weekend. The children have already seen it and given it [...]
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Moving
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bamboo, Best Friend, Family, Garden Joy, Garden Rage, House, Moving, Old Friend at Work, Parents, Sister on January 25, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The Wrong Sort of Energy
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Advertising, Justin Bieber, Marketing, Project Names on January 16, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Who is to say what the factors are that will guarantee the creation of a positive environment, fizzing with positivity, “can do” spirit, determination to “go the extra mile” and other assorted marketing-speak calumnies? Well, I think I do – and as such, I have, of late, been devoting my energies to creating exactly that [...]
My Conflicted Emotions About Waitrose
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged "Don't Look Now", Richmond, Waitrose on November 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Having anything to say about Waitrose is almost as difficult for me as wearing a hat in Church would be: it feels wrong, I know it to BE wrong and it makes me feel desperately uncomfortable. And yet, and yet… Until I move into Future Home, I am still living with my saintly and fantastic [...]
Dude, Where’s My House?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Builders, Gigantic Builder, House, Unfeasibly Attractive Girlfriend on October 17, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Ah, the horror, the horror! How well I remember the feeling from the first house that we bought (sight unseen by me, as it happens, with Ex-Wife and my mother making the decision together – and doing a fine job of it), when the builders have started to knock the living shit out of the [...]
I’m Not Going To Be An Architect.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Architect on October 13, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Oh well… another alternative career tumbles down and crashes around my feet, like the shards of a ten feet sheet of sugar toffee that has been hit with a sledgehammer. It turns out that I am NOT going to be an architect – and the reason for this is clear: they have far bendier brains than [...]
My Tells
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Advertising, Best Friend, Lion Hands, Old Friend at Work, Poker Tell, Shark Eyes, Work on September 27, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The many Poker players among you will already have scented what my theme is. I have been advised (a number of times) that I have a set of “tells” which announce a set of different emotions on my behalf. I have seen this in others, of course. In Best Friend, it is the planting of [...]
Alternative Careers
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged "My Family", Alternative Careers, Architect, Cosmo Landesman, Critic, Inventor, Mark Cousins, Mark Kermode, Team Player, Writer on September 19, 2011 | 2 Comments »
I am currently pondering alternative careers, their ups and their downs – and I think I need to put a few thoughts “out there” (by which I mean: “on here”). Architect: I have just employed an architect and it is costing me a lot of money. He is a very nice chap, and seems to [...]
Hounded for Sex
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Sex, Unfeasibly Attractive Girlfriend, Woman In Whose House I Fell Over While Removing My Jeans on September 13, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Well: this is a turn-up. I am being cyber-stalked for sex by a woman with whom I have already HAD sex. It’s all very exciting, as I am sure you can imagine. It seems that Woman In Whose House I Fell Over While Removing My Jeans is keen to “see” me again, and while it [...]
You are Testing my Patience, Fiona Shaw.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ENO, Fiona Shaw, The Marriage of Figaro on September 13, 2011 | 1 Comment »
See this as an open letter, if you like. It needs saying in an open forum and that’s as near as I can get to one in our DigiWiki2.0 world. I’ve got something that needs saying and that needs to be heard and it is this: “You are testing my patience, Fiona Shaw.”. I was [...]
