In my dim and distant but mildy entertaining past, I once held the much cherished position of ‘hot dog vendor to the drunken masses’. This was in Sydney, and my shift would normally start at about 9pm. And I would stand vigilantly behind my mobile hot dog cart and watch the world stagger by until […]

I had planned to see the Sisters Of Mercy, a band as ridiculous as their website suggests. They were appearing at London’s Kentish Town Forum over two nights – a rare outing for the aging goth outfit, who had long since past their heyday of 1985. It was a duty to myself, to see how

I love guessing games. I don’t think anyone else enjoys them as much as I do. Except maybe small children at Christmas time, and weak minded fools who don’t have the excuse of youthful exuberance. But I was quite shocked by the guessing thought processes of a friend last night on the phone: “Hello, how