Drunk (and also Not Drunk)
Listen kids, alcohol abuse is not big and not clever. This post was written at South by South West Music Festival, Austin, Texas, in 2015.
Welcome to the Lone Star State
I’ll try to cram a few things together for the first post. The flight from Heathrow to Houston was excellent. I dozed some of the
Texas-bound
which actually sounds, when I read that title back, just a little – you know – BDSM-ish… So I am en-route to Texas. This means
Sometimes I’m just a bit busy
Sorry. I have spent hours trying to finalise my schedule for South by South West. There are 2,000 bands on various stages all over Austin.
Not servicing the customer
I’ve just had an epic phone battle with Nationwide. I have been trying to make a £400 payment online, via my Flexaccount Visa card. My card
South by South West – booked
I’m definitely going! My flights are a bit of a pain: LHR -> HOU -> HOU -> AUS And the same for the return, obv.
When adverts go weird
You know that match.com advert? The one with the girl? On the platform? Smiling? This one… I don’t know about you but I’m suffering from
Jeremy Clarkson: tosspot to the nobility
With all the hoo-hah about David Cameron denying he rode Raisa (when he really did ride Raisa), the former Metropolitan Police horse that was loaned
South by South West-bound
In a couple of weeks, in Austin, Texas, the South by South West Music Festival will kick off. I plan on being there. I have
The nationality debate, an alternative view
Happy St David’s Day. Dewi Sant. But instead of sitting proudly on the nest of Welshness (because who needs a
Single, and loving it. Mostly (29/29)
this is my last post in the February challenge, and because today is the 29th of February (with all of the connotations that this special leap-year day
While my guitar gently weeps (28/29)
Every Tuesday evening I nip down to a nearby village where I have a hot date. Sometimes I take my acoustic.
Somebody That I Used To Know (27/29)
The track ‘Somebody That I Used To Know’, by Gotye, is doing the rounds. Yesterday, whilst having breakfast, I heard it twice on the music
It’s always the quiet (noisy) ones (26/29)
So I know this guy. Charlie. And for some years Charlie and I have been encountering each other
Do you want to be in a movie? (25/29)
Would you like to be in a music video? I’m making a short (very short!) promotional film for This Reality Podcast. I’m now looking for
Extreme housework (24/29)
Early yesterday evening, after my massive day of sloth, in bed, I did a little housework. You know, just some light duties. Tidied my bedroom,
The Day of Thor (23/29)
I am in bed. It is midday. And I am in bed. Ahahahahahaha! You’re so jealous, arencha? I can tell. When I went to bed
The lunatics and the water companies (22/29)
There have been a few articles, in today’s press, about the easy-to-predict forthcoming drought that is going to hit the UK. What utter cocks the
Curiouser and curiouser (21/29)
It looks as though the problem Young Masher has so thoughtfully identified, scales back to a server-side timing. This evening I shall be rolling up
A quick change (20/29)
Not the blog post I had planned for today Young Masher has reported a timeout error when commenting. The first step in overcoming the problem
Wet wet wet (19/29)
I spent a large slab of yesterday being outside in the end-of-the-world-style pouring rain. In Wiltshire. On two wheels. Sitting astride 1,000cc of vroom.
Acquiring knowledge (18/29)
Hi, I’m not at home right now, but if you’d like to leave your name, number and any other kind of message, I will get
Two wheels good; four wheels also good (17/29)
It’s that time of year when this man’s thoughts turn, inevitably, to… bikes! I am not, in brand terms,
Crashed out (16/29)
If you added together the hours I have worked for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, you’d get 49. Forty-nine hours worked in three
What a difference half a term makes (15/29)
It is the weirdness that we call Half-Term. What that means is that my commuting time is slimmed down to a mere fraction of what
A bad case of VD (14/29)
warning: this post contains many bad words and is definitely not safe for work Yes I know, comrades, I fucking know. It is that time
Sleeping patterns (12/29)
It’s a risky strategy, to wait until 22.15 for inspiration, during this blog-a-thon period. Sunday night reaches before me and, frankly, I have no idea
No, I’m Spartacus! (11/29)
Deep in the cosy confines of Castle Jones, nestled – as it is – in the rolling Oxfordshire countryside, fundamental changes are being made. No,
New home, old home (10/29)
Last night I moved the top level domain and the websites that are the root website and this blog back to the old webhost. A
Documentary subject? (9/29)
I am looking for a subject to volunteer themselves to take part in a short, fly-on-the-wall type, documentary. The subject should be a ‘grass-roots’ eventer,
This too shall pass (8/29)
Help me, the Internet, help me. I am conflicted. I am caught between a mental rock and a metaphysical hard place. Trapped. Unable to make
Review: Hamlet, The Young Vic, January 2012 (7/29)
Abstract and Brief Chronicles; a review of Ian Rickson’s production of Hamlet, as performed at the Young Vic, January 2012 It would be, if I’m honest,
Want to try Eventing, the safe way? (6/29)
It takes approximately 120 volunteers to put on a British Eventing One Day Event. On the 14th and 15th April 2012, Crown Farm (my yard)
Jammin’ (4/29)
Here’s an unoriginal thought. Is there anyone in the Witney/Carterton/OX28 area who would be interested in taking part in a monthly band practice/jam session? I
Driven to distraction (3/29)
The vexing problem of middle-lane cunts morons on Britain’s motorways continues to bother those motorists with an IQ above 23. To ‘undertake’ these hapless twats is
Shake the tree (2/29)
Like many people, I’ve been watching, reading about, and listening to the Leveson enquiry in to press standards, with great interest. It’s been clear, almost
More Balls
Last night (28th January 2012) was the 2011/12 Event Riders Association Ball. The venue was Headley Stud, Newbury(ish). The physical location was the heavily
I should get up
*sets the scene* It is 9am Saturday. I am propped up in my lovely, lovely bed with lovely, lovely clean bed-linen and my lovely, lovely
A full(er) house
Wednesday evening I drove a rented van, picked up a couple of items of furniture from Sophie’s flat, delivered them to my house, picked up
Bothering an internet near you
I have decided to take a leaf out of Young Masher‘s book. I’m sorry about that. I’ll stick it back in with some sellotape. But
Shiny shoes and a chance meeting on a Parisian street
I wore my Dress shoes to work today. I’m preparing my feet for the Ball on Saturday. There may be some tripping the light fantastic.
The surprising thing about Hamlet
Regular Twitter friends will know that, on Friday, I went in to London to watch the Young Vic’s ‘Hamlet’, featuring Michael Sheen in the title
Friends met and unmet
People not on Twitter won’t get this. Because Twitter is a real-time/near-real-time communications medium, it is remarkably easy to establish relationships with Twitter ‘friends’. I
It’s worse than that, it’s dead Jim
The studio laptop started throwing BSOD error messages a couple of days ago. So I began running a series of deep-scan diagnostics which, eventually, firmly pointed
*cough* *splutter* *sniff* *wheeze*
It’s OK, I’ll live. But I just thought I should tell you that I have manflu. Just in case you’re one of the few people
Getting dark
I have written what is/will be a screenplay. It is a dark piece, but it’s not the large piece of black humour that I am
It’s all in the fucking translation
Or, to put it another way: Context Is Everything Stupid. I say that to me a lot. Here’s what I mean. There are common sense
2012 Resolutions
Finish lots of projects Do not fuck up my life Do not allow others to fuck up my life any more Erm That’s it
Back to school
My alarm is set for 5am because, you know, I enjoy lounging around in bed so much that I choose to set an early alarm