Larky ascending

A nice review for the audiobook in the Telegraph on Saturday, it seems. They describe it as ‘larky rather than literary’, which I’m all in favour of, and avers that ‘a hangover in the Irish Sea does not preclude insight’. Which I’m...

All Wight now

A captive audience, in a pub, listening to me talk about myself for an hour. A few friends and acquaintances have been put through that particular nightmare over the years, but on Friday night it was legitimate. Or as near legitimacy as you’re going to get. I...

It's witchcraft, I tell you.

I’ve got a new laptop and a wireless connection which, for someone like me who thinks technology should have called it a day and gone to the pub after the abacus is a fairly daunting prospect. It’s witchcraft I tell you, witchcraft! Wireless is great...

A belting tale

I bring news of Utsira, courtesy of my fellow traveller Wenche from Norway. She tells me, “Apparently they had a traffic control on Utsira yesterday, checking whether people wear their seat belts. (You get a fine of about 80 pounds if you don’t…) In...

Pitching and Tossing

Well, I’m back from Scotland and just about recovered from my first film for the Holiday programme. It was a whole big heap of fun, but I don’t think Craig Doyle has got much to worry about to be honest. Still, the whole thing was an absolute blast and I...