A few notable things happened yesterday. While at Shoreditch House I yanked and yanked at a sliding metal door until my face went red, only to have a staff member explain that what I’d taken to be access to the swimming pool was in fact… Read More
It’s been a minute since I last hyped some goods. Like many of us, I’ve been a bit distracted by three things: The war in Ukraine. The chance it might result in us all being nuked to bits. The amount of people using the phrase… Read More
While looking at this conscious sneaker brand Viron, I couldn’t help but think back to my schooling in the early 80s. My house of learning made the borstal in Scum look like Centre Parcs. I remember a lad with unusually long finger nails who was… Read More
Stuck in our homes. No outside stimulus. Our view of life ever more abbreviated. Is it me or does the mundane begin to exhibit a level of detail hitherto unnoticed? I’ve never before noticed that before her Zoom pilates class my girl crawls around picking… Read More
I went for a socially distanced bowl of chips the other day. I asked the waiter if I could get some ketchup. What he didn’t day was, “yes, of course I’ll get you some ketchup.” Nor did he say, “no I’m sorry we don’t have… Read More
I’m surprised that Studio Nicholson’s purple over-dyed Moonstars haven’t flown out. Released a few weeks back, I was convinced their rich Ribena-ery hues would prove a winner. Seems not. All sizes are still available; while, predictably perhaps, the plain black has sold out. I wonder… Read More
