September 2002

I remember asking a colleague with an unusual hairstyle where he was butchered. “Singapore,” he said, “they’re all like that.” So when I was in Singapore, the first thing I did, (apart from drinking tap water and watching wrestling) was to get a trim. This had to be an improvement on the horrific tangled mess […]

Yes that’s right folks. I love you all, and I know you love me. So I am committed to publishing even more great posts about Balak and about what a sabbatical does to your state of mindlessness. At no additional cost. Next week. Honest. In next week’s posts, expect even more information on how it

So here’s the deal. I’m back in London. I’ve picked up my bicycle from the underground car park, where it had been sitting for the last 6 months. I felt a bit like Michael Caine, picking up my sports car from storage after getting out of jail. Except he didn’t have flat tyres. Even worse