ronmalibu

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 […]

I’ve turned Radio 2. No-one is as surprised as I am. One afternoon, I took my car to the carwash. The next day I decided that I would actually wash and wax it myself as it gives a better shine. So I’m out on the drive, polishing my car. It would have been a Sunday

Eegads. There are adverts on the telly about secret pork pie eaters. It’s not just me. They say your subconscious is very powerful, like a big ocean with tsunami sized waves crashing down onto your conscious mind. Maybe, maybe not. But I never thought I was a pork pie lover. But I’m going to visit