So here I am again. March was my month off from here. I say that as though it was planned or premeditated, but I should come clean and admit that – like most things in my life – there was precious little planned or premeditated about it. Nothing new there, then. I moved house (I [...]
Clare & I spent last weekend in North Wales. On Saturday we went for a ten mile walk around the Alwen Reservoir and surrounding hills, woods and countryside. My legs have since recovered. This first pic was taken just around the corner from the gorgeous Hafod Elwy Hall, where we stayed. And here’s the Alwen [...]
I received the following text message from my good friend and erstwhile comics collaborator Phil Walsh at 7.11am on 28th January 2008: 3.38am. Weighing in at 7.7. Alfred John Vincent Walsh was hurled into our plane of existence by emergency C-section after fifteen of the most terrifying minutes of my life. Beth and our son [...]
Enjoy the silence, because it won’t last. There’s a reason for this, of course. There’s always a reason. I’m hammering the keys of my bruised and woe-begotten laptop at 3.15 am on Christmas morn. There’s a reason for that, too, but it’s not what you might think. I’ve just finished building my brother Rob’s Christmas [...]
Rol tells it like it is: And finally, why is it that when you get one of the aforementioned crap-headlight types behind you, and slowing down to let them pass has no effect, they’re always going to the exact same place as you? You keep thinking, they’re bound to turn off here, they’re bound to [...]
Some more YouTubery, this time courtesy of my old pal Graeme. I think it speaks for itself.
I don’t watch much TV nowadays; I’m definitely more of a Movie/DVD Box Set kinda guy. Partly it’s because I spent a ridiculous amount of my childhood mainlining on cheesy action-adventure American imports. This may have left me with an encyclopedic knowledge of The Six Million Dollar Man, Airwolf and Manimal, but it’s done little [...]
When he isn’t encouraging, urging and sometimes forcibly coercing the city’s artistic community to use the Internet to their best advantage, my friend Pete Ashton also finds the time to be a rather talented photographer. That’s award-nominated polymathematical Renaissance Brummies for you. I sometimes suspect that his interest in photography is not unrelated to history [...]
Some YouTubery, courtesy of the Brummie of the Year nominee who sent me the link. It’s from the Rootsville Festival that was held at Birmingham’s Custard Factory during the last weekend of June and features the stunning set by The Dhol Blasters and The Destroyers. The former are masters of rapid-fire traditional drum-action, the latter [...]
My good friend and erstwhile gig pimp Pete Ashton is on the shortlist for 2007′s much coveted Brummie of the Year award. He is, by his own admission, “dead chuffed about it”; I am, by my own admission, dead chuffed for him. For those who don’t know Pete, he’s worked tirelessly towards encouraging, urging and [...]
I’ll be off to see The National at Birmingham’s Irish Centre with my old friend Nicky on Tuesday. It’ll be the second time I’ll see them this year [they played at the bloody marvellous Latitude Festival in July], and their albums have been on heavy rotation on my monolithic Kubrick-esque stereo for two years or [...]
This is a bit of an oddity from the archives, but that’s never stopped me before. While clearing out some old stuff from the attic of my mum’s house I found this parody I’d written a long, long time ago in an adolescence far, far away. It must have been 1988 or 1989, and I [...]