A few weeks ago now Giles Coren's review of the Randolph appeared in The Times. It was accurately and amusingly bad, and intriguingly didn't even mention the only newsworthy event about The Randolph recently, namely the fire that broke out a few years ago. My memories of the Randolph are from occasional cream teas that... Continue Reading →
Still looking for the perfect Tablet
I have grown to hate all things Apple. I have had two ipads, and countless ipods - which these days are sort of obsolete anyway. The other day, my Ipad charger failed yet again; or rather, Apple clocked the fact it wasn't an approved charger that they want to charge some ludicrous fortune for, and... Continue Reading →
Ten little fingers, and ten little toes
About 18 months ago, we decided to have another baby. This baby duly made his entrance into the world last August, a week late. I don't like putting my children's names online too much, which is rather silly, but let's just call him Squidgy, since it's turned into his nickname anyway. I could call him... Continue Reading →
Giving up
It is hard to believe in anything, particularly oneself, at the best of times. The more life progresses, the more it seems a succession of minor disappointments, which are a natural part of growing up and realising that I won't get to go on a bouncy castle every afternoon. Sometimes, it seems as if that... Continue Reading →
Unexpected reactions to reasonably nice things happening
I started this blog some time ago now. At the time, it was a way of filling time on long winter evenings, when I didn't want to go outside, or socialise, or do anything else terribly useful. I wanted it to be all about the things that intrigue me about life, the things I read in... Continue Reading →
Always running late for everything
Recently, I have been late for absolutely everything, except of course work. I love that about myself - hopelessly unable to do things I actually want to do, but turn up on that 14th floor like a metronome to work in a job I hate. How stupid. Letting down people I care about, not doing... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 