Standing outside my office last week, as the rain started again and large splotches threatened to soak me, I felt a bit like a victim of the world. Not a martyr to the summer that nearly but never was, but a twotime loser. I have curly hair, and a crutch (again). I looked to the […]
I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and been amazed how some trivial thoughts can cut in and demand as much of your attention as far bigger, darker or more important musings. It started when a close friend and colleague (he who saved me on SPD-day) remarked to me and some others on his abhorring […]
I don’t know much about music and realise I’m fairly herd-ish. Given I was born in 1977, and I don’t like change, I’m a relatively predictable blend of Britpop, Dad rock, occasional drunken punk, mellow acoustics, ’60s classics and songs from films I’ve stolen as my own. Mr Thatwoman is a born muso. Our colour […]