I had a crack at virtual reality this morning. It wasn’t my first time. That was in the nineties, in Nottingham, at a VR cafe near the bowling alley. It was £3 per fifteen minutes – a fortune back then, when you could but a terraced house in Hull for £20 and still have change […]

There’s an excellent docklands museum, an offshoot of the museum of London. In it you learn the locals fought against Thatcher’s privatisation and “redevelopment” of their home as much as they could. They lost, and now Canary Wharf is a shiny tribute to public money paying for private gain, a place of multinational banks, chain […]

For the first time in some while, I played cricket yesterday. The match report is regurgitated below, but obviously there was no space within it to write at great length about my own performance, which is what I will do here, on my own personal blog, instead. Because no-one can stop me. I am terrible […]

On a January afternoon not quite as cold as the weather augurs predicted, I stepped outside my house and ended up at Tate Modern. There wasn’t a huge amount of conscious thought behind this process; just a desperation to get out culminating in my feet taking me somewhere I hadn’t been to recently. Because, at […]

Had a jam session with Russell tonight. Vinny and Dave couldn’t make it, so it was back to being a duo. Russell believes in travelling light, so only brought a melodica and a small keyboard with him in his backpack. Probably the highlight of the evening was our attempt at Piazza, New York Catcher by […]

A child falling from a concrete walkway; the oranges he was carrying rolling away on the road below. A bunch of exhausted construction workers bitch and moan in the minivan on the way to the site. A local fixer, pressurising a granny to sell up her house for development, accepts tea and denies the primary […]

Today’s main lesson is that Mill Hill is a real place, not just a trap disguised as an unlikely branch of the northern line. Mill Hill Broadway station is one of the least beautiful in London. Its entrance is beneath the M1 motorway, whereas the similarly grim Hendon station sits alongside it. I was in […]