18 months ago I interviewed a bloke called David Fletcher who had escaped from a grizzly bear that was following him as he clambered 4,000 metres up an Alaskan mountain and crossing the 23 mile… 

Ah, the sun, the warmth, the abandoned tie. It’s a lovely day. So, what did I opt to do at lunch? That’s right, head into a dingy, dark, freezing cold public house. At least I… 

Stumbled into a 2nd hand book sale in a Methodist church. Picked up two Pinter plays and M snared herself Almost Heaven, a ‘travel through the backwoods of America’ by Martin Fletcher. We reckoned that… 

Further inspection of the Guide has led to more chuckles. The Big Lebowski was illustrated with an image of a man with two pigs – a shot from a BBC Easter Monday comedy drama called… 

A tale of two city centres. This morning, Hull. Full of the ultra miserable, dowdy, down-at-heel types in their Donnay clothing, all pushing their way past each other in some kind of rush to absolutely… 

Good Friday. Much of the rest of the country is out and about, having fun. Me? I’m at work. Ok, I’m making amends for missing much of the early part of the week. But it… 

Such a shame that I’m not seeing the hilarious comedy stylings of Joe Pasquale this evening. Isn’t it?

The last three days have just been about waiting. I’m gripped by inertia. And it’s frustrating. Here I am, drinking coffee, eating toast, listening to Abbey Road. Waiting. It’d be great if I’d planned it… 

The car is still holed up in Toyota, where several tests to discover why I can’t get the bleedin’ thing in gear have proved inconclusive. This is now causing something of a problem as I… 

Notice near escalator in Top Shop: “Dogs must be carried”. Interesting new retail concept. Retail therapy: Borders for Banana Yoshimoto’s Amrita and Oxfam for Tom Stoppard’s The Real Inspector Hound