I was doing so well with Gareth's parents. I think they're legends so I've tried hard to win them over with my Novelty Accent™ and a framed photo of the firstborn for their Xmas present. But then this morning Gareth and I were lazing in bed… (and just lazing, mind – no funny business. Holidays Read More
Merry Christmas from Geriatric Rescue HQ! So far there's been one drunk geezer, three burning turkeys and one Ah've Fallen And Cannae Get Up Hen. No one's toppled into their tree yet. I'd been feeling a little blue today with all my family on the other side of the globe, but it's sobering to be Read More
For the past five years, Rory has compiled an annual list of his favourite books, albums, movies, foodstuffs and visited cities. It's dead charming to have this record of evolving tastes, interests and adventures. I almost wish I'd done the same thing, except laziness always prevailed in the past. But here's me giving it a Read More
The Scottish supermarket is a veritable chamber of horrors. There are all kinds of mechanically-seperated meats in tins and innocent vegetables drowning in vats of mayonnaise. But the most terrifying and strangely fascinating of all is Breakfast Pack. It is truly all things good and bad about Scotland shrink-wrapped and presented on a sky blue Read More
People look less anxious in the tearoom this time of year when finding themselves beside some colleague who they don't really care for during the agonising wait for the kettle to boil. There's no need for fiddling with spoons or pretending to be really interested in the expiry date of the milk or the ancient Read More
Please Note:The artist has requested that only vegetarian food should be consumed inside the concert hall. Therefore, no food purchased outwith the concert hall will be allowed into the hall. We were in Glasgow for the Morrissey gig. Who else would get away with such a ridiculous request? Gareth was already a vegetarian, but when Read More
Rhiannon has gone! The traitorous wench found a great job with a work permit so she's moving to London. We keep telling people that it feels like a divorce. I've seen the rolling eyes, I know they think we're being melodramatic. But you have to understand I'll no longer be near someone who finishes my Read More
On 19 June we were on the bus for a good seven hours, making our way from Novgorod to Moscow. When I wasn’t scoffing Finnish chocolate I was pressed up against the window trying to take photos of fast-moving objects. It was an unforgettable journey after four days in the relative glamour and beauty of Read More
Old Town, Tallinn Still not firing on all cylinders here. Even The Mothership is asking on the phone why I've not updated. I am halfway though an entry about Spain but it is rabbish. I have so much to say but can't get the words to work. Everything is getting to me, the weather and Read More
When you live with six other people there is bound to be some unpleasantness in the bathrooms — the multi-coloured magical pube carpet that forms if one is not vigilant about sweeping; the girl downstairs that doesn't wait around if her handiwork needs a second flush. Earlier this year civil war broke out when a Read More
